The Broken Heart Syndrome

I just want to take your time

Author's note

Hello lovely people !

Chapter 4 is finally here, I'm so sorry it took so long to be published, but I had an awful lot of studying to do.

The story is slowly moving forward, I'm taking Jay and Poppy's relationship step by step. After all, she's broken, and needs time to open up to anyone. Juts be patient guys, more action is on the way.

If you notice a grammar mistake, or any mistake in general, don't hesitate to point it out, I'd love to correct it.

Anyway, I'll shut up now. Don't forget to vote, enjoy !

-Laetitia

Chapter 4

Jay's POV

Life was a strange journey. Forrest Gump's mother said : "Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." She wasn't wrong. It was full of surprises, and you'll never know what is going to happen next.

I never expected to meet a young, ill woman who was going to change my life. To make me want to be a better version of myself.

"Hey baby, what are you thinking about ? Want to have some fun upstairs ?" asked Lindsay, sitting on my lap.

"Not tonight Lindsay", I grumbled before taking another shot of tequila.

"Oh come on Jayyy, you never say no to me. I'm wearing my red lace panties you know, the ones that you like so much". Why is she obnoxiously whining ?

"Fuck off Lindsay, I said no" I raised my voice. She got up and poured her vodka shot on my clothes. Good, at least she left to bitch somewhere else.

"Really Jay ? What's wrong with you man ? Lindsay looks hot tonight, I totally would've banged her". Luke for you ladies and gentlemen.

"Too bad you still look like an ass. Remove your cast, stitches and get a face transplant, maybe one of the hot chicks will look at you then", I groan. I knew I was being mean but I wasn't in the mood for his shit.

"Okay something's definitely wrong with you. Spill it", answers Luke.

"Fuck off man. Nothing's wrong." I had another shot, thinking of how much of an asshole I actually was. A man whore. What was I thinking ? Drinking, partying, fucking, when people died and some others were broken. What did I do to help them ? Nothing at all. I was ashamed of myself.

But I continued drinking. And partying. And eventually fucking...

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I woke up the next day in my room at the frat house. A hot brunette was asleep in my bed, and, for a second, I thougt it was Poppy. Man I was getting obsessed by this girl I barely even knew.

"Hey wake up. Wake up you should leave", I said. The girl opened her eyes and grumbled something I didn't understand.

"Wake up Taylor, and leave", I roughly commanded. She got up, glared at me, and wore the tiny piece of black fabric that composed her dress.

"My name's Tiara, you dickhead", she replied and then left my room. I heard a whistle behind the door, probably one of the brothers who was heading to the bathroom or something.

My head was hurting from the amount of alcohol I absorbed. I couldn't even remember how I got to my room with that Tania chick.
Whatever.

I took a quick shower and ate some eggs with buffalo sauce - disgusting, but very efficient for hangovers - then headed out to my classes. I was the college's bad boy, but studied enough to keep a relatively high GPA, a 3.75. I was taking a Computer Engineering major and kinda liked it. Plus it would make me loads of money later on.