Lovesick.

XXXIII. Challenge

ARIANA'S POV

"So, did you talk to him?" I ask Nicki without looking up from my sketchbook.

She lets out a sigh. "No. He saw me, and walked away."

"Nick, sometimes guys just want to know you care. He's just hurt right now, give it a bit of time." I tell her from where I lay on my bed.

"No offense, but I'm not sure I should be taking relationship advice from you of all people." She tells me.

"As if you two aren't in the same boat." Iggy comments from her seat next to me.

"Is your goal to piss everyone off the day before you leave?" Nicki questions.

"I don't know, this is the last time you'll see me for a while since I'm going to a hotel close to the airport tonight. I figured I'd leave some words to remember me by." She grins at us, and I kick her off my bed, leading her to fall on to the ground in a fit of giggles.

I roll my eyes, focusing back on my pencil flowing across the page. "Are you guys gonna come to the game tonight?"

"Sure, this will probably be the last time I get to see you get tossed into the air while still managing to keep your high ponytail on point." Iggy shrugs.

"Yeah, I'll be there," Nicki sighs. "I got nothing better to do."

"Don't you mean no one better to do?" My best friend taunts my roommate, who in turn, sends a spew of profanity her way.

"Children, behave." I warn them, getting up from my bed. "I need to get ready."

I grab my uniform from my bedside table, and go into the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I can still hear them faintly arguing, which I simply shake my head at. After pulling on my cheer skirt, and matching shirt, I put my hair half up half down. Grabbing my curling wand, I work my magic, and move onto my makeup once I'm satisfied.

I step out of the bathroom once I'm done, and pose playfully for the girls.

"Work, bitch!" Nicki claps her hands supportively.

"Slay, hunty!" Iggy cheers like only her overly dramatic ass can.

"Ig, I don't think 'hunty' is a word." I inform her, grabbing my pompoms.

"It is now. And you gotta go, don't you need to avoid Harry?" She asks.

"Who said I was avoiding him? And I gotta wait for Liz--" I'm interrupted by a knock on the door. "Speak of the devil and she shall appear."

I open the door, and Liz smiles sarcastically. "I heard that, hoe."

"Good for you." I tease her.

"So you don't care if you run into him?" Nicki asks for clarification.

"No, I do not. You know why? Because I know how I feel about him." I state clearly.

"Yeah, but do you know how he feels about you?" Iggy goes on.

"Well--"

"And, maybe more importantly, does he know how you feel about him?" Liz jumps in, continuing with my friends' tendency to question all my emotions, which then makes me question my emotions.

"Y'all are confusing me." I rub my temples.

"Well, if you love him like you say you do, shouldn't it be without a doubt? I'm just saying maybe you just think you love him." Nicki shrugs.

"Okay, stop. I know it's not conventional--" I start to explain myself.

"Uh, Ari--" Liz stiffens, but I ignore her since she interrupted me.