Trouble

The End

A party. Midnight. The pulsing beat of the music. The lights in sync with the sound. Sweat. Adrenaline. Hormones. Alcohol. A mixture of a million different emotions all in one place. A guy throwing up in a corner - normal. A half naked couple baptizing the drink table - typical. Grey and Lizzy doing something that has far surpassed the level of making out. Grey and that girl sneaking out of the fucking party.

These are the images that grace me when I try to understand what led to me ending up here. Where here is I'm not entirely sure yet.

Tissue paper. Solo cups. All the trash one would expect at the scene of a college party. At the scene of a finished college party. All sitting out on a grassy field with no houses for miles, left for whoever gives a damn to clean up. It's not the type of place one would usually want to wake up in.

I don't even know where the party's location was, technically speaking, so I don't know where I am, and I don't know how the hell I'm supposed to get home. I never went to those parties alone, Grey was always with me.

Grey. My boyfriend, ex - boyfriend, the asshole who ruined my life. Call him what you will. He's a bastard. A bastard whom I loved. Whom I still love.

Right now, at God knows what time a.m., in the middle of nowhere and no idea of how I'm going to get home, I don't know how to feel about Grey. He is my home, the home I'm supposed to be going home to. Was my home anyway. I gave everything up for him. My education, my life, my friends, my family, everything. All to please him. All so he could love me.

I sat down to wait, but I knew he wasn't coming back. I always knew he wasn't coming back. I always knew. I'd known since the day I met him. Since the day he waltzed into my life just because I made the mistake of being too obvious about how much he intrigued me.

His tattoos, his car, his sunglasses. The way he WALKED. Everything about him screamed to stay away. But everything in me screamed to get closer. To me he represented mystery, and all those other cliché things they write about guys in ChickLits. To me, he was living, not just being alive, not just breathing. And I wanted to feel that way too.

So in reality, where I am now, lying down in the grass, with no way to get home, pink dye at the tips of my hair, and a broken heart is all my fault. But it's his fault too.

If he'd never come up to me, and never smiled at the right times, and said the right things. Never noticed my existence. Just let me admire from afar, and then get tired of looking at the shiny new toy. If he'd done that, then I wouldn't be where I am now, with all these memories, and all these thoughts, sitting, and waiting for someone who I know isn't coming back.

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You guys better not think cause this says 'The End' that this is the end. Even though this story isn't gonna be more than 3 or 4 chapters. Well, I've got an infection, it's 11:44 pm and I've still gotta go to school 2moro (so inconsiderate, my family) and I'm kinda tired. My mum's soon gonna come "wake me up" to use my drugs so goodnight my lovelies. Talk to you if I actually get any readers.