4 Years • jb

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4 Days Later

| Malaysia |

I didn't want to go home because to be honest with you I've felt embarrassed and ashamed. So Tristan being the best friend that he is, him an Nick have let me stay in there guest room.

For the most part, I've been doing work from bed. I just had my laptop with me and thought there was no reason to go into the office. Because there really wasn't, I wanted to be alone.

I've tried to text and call Justin over 60 times within the past 4 days but still nothing. And as far as I know he's not back in New York yet. Usually by now I'd be over the hurt and all the pain and be ready to beat his äss. But I'm just stuck.. How could he jump to the next girl so fast?

He didn't even let me explain anything!

The more I thought about it the more I would get mad... at first. Than just go back to extremely sad. This wasn't like me and I'll be the first one to say it, but you can't blame me. I've been so stressed with so much shit, whether it was between my parents, Max, and work this whole thing with Justin was just icing on the cake!

And you know the thing that hurts most of all is that Justin would think I would do it! He thinks I would go out and purposely cheat on him. And that's where he's dead wrong. Here I thought eventually I was going to spend the rest of my life with this man! I loved him probably more than I loved myself... and he just dropped me like I was nothing.

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"Alright get up," Tristan came into the room throwing the duvet off of me. I groaned hiding under the pillow, "Malaysia you haven't seen sunlight in days, get your äss up."

"But why though?" I whined. "I have no reason to get up." Tristan rolled his eyes and sat next to me, "Will you cut that shit out, you have plenty of reasons to get up."

"But I don't want to."

He shrugged, "You think I give a shit what you want? Get up, it's not healthy to just lay here in your sorrows."

"So," I spat, "Oh well!" Tristan than took the pillow away and threw it on the floor, "Get up and get dressed! We're going out with my sister." I sighed sitting up, "Wait you have a sister?"

"Sadly, now get your äss up."

"I don't have any clothes." I whined as he than threw a bunch of clothes at me, "Oh but you do, I'm a fashion designer bitch. I can handle clothes."

I groaned, "Fine, I'll get up."

He cheered, "Bout damn time! I'll be in the living room waiting. If you're longer than 15 minutes I'm coming back in and dragging your äss out." He smiled. I nodded, "Jesus alright." He glared at me, "Don't test me Malaysia." I chuckled pushing him out, "I heard you the first time."

I practically dragged myself to the bathroom and looked in mirror while I just sighed to myself. Welp I've looked worse.

No, no I haven't. Who am I kidding?

I splashed water on my face and went to throw my hair in a bun before I heard—

"And if you throw your hair up in a shitty bun on top of your head again so help me God!" Tristan yelled. I rolled my eyes and let it down, "Come braid it then!" I hollered back.