Explosion

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i was confused.

after zayn left, Alex began asking me tons of questions. "who is that" "why did he come here" I didn't have any answers for him because i just happened to be asking myself the same thing in my head. who is Zayn? that I wasn't sure about. and where do Alex and I stand? another thing I wasn't sure about. one thing I am sure about is that this day got more and more confusing and I needed some time with my best friend.

it didn't take long for Olivia to get to my house because one, she lives two minutes away and two, when you send your best friend an emergency text saying you need them to come over with ice cream, they listen.

when she walked in she was wearing black yoga pants from Victoria secret and her boyfriends California University sweatshirt. her hair was tied back into a messy bun and she wore minimal makeup under her black reading glasses. she obviously put no effort into her appearance but she still managed to look better than I do and that makes me hate her (not literally tho)

my mom sent me a text saying she would be home late and I decided that liv would just stay at my house tonight.

"boys are shit and are confusing af" she told me after I explained to her what happened today. i nodded while moaning in delight at the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream aka the best ice cream ever.

"so you and Alex are okay now? you better not just forgive him. he left you and made you feel like shat on a stick and if you forgive him so easily he'll do it again" she said with a stern look on her face. sometimes I felt like she was my mom. i don't think she completely understands my situation since she hasn't been on my side of this story. she's been with her boyfriend, Tyler, for almost 4 years but wouldn't she do the same if he broke up with her?

"obviously i am going to make him try harder than just confessing his feelings at school but I still love him liv"

"yeah i understand. i just hate his guts but if you're happy, I'll be civil with him"
she said.

"thank you. im super tired so i think im goin to go to bed" hoping she understood me since i yawned in the middle of my sentence. "yeah I am too. goodnight sugarplum" "goodnight bff"

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the next morning i woke up to a text from Alex and Olivia was gone. first I read the text from Alex saying he would pick me up at 7:45 this morning. shit, that meant I needed to get ready. after getting a quick shower and shaving because your girl has gotta have non-cactus skin, i needed to decide what to wear. during this part of my morning was when my room became messy with clothes scattered everywhere. i threw on my favorite ripped Hollister jeans along with my striped American eagle tank top and an army green sweater i found at goodwill. my outfits were never complete unless I threw on converse so i put on my grey high tops and checked the time.

i still had 30 minutes and so i put sea salt spray in my hair because i didn't want to mess with it and started on my makeup. i loved doing my makeup because it was art and anyone that says otherwise can go suck a duck.

right as i finished my highlight, and let me tell you it was poppin, i hopped downstairs. my mom wasn't up and when I checked her room it was empty with no trace of her. did she even come home last night?

i wasn't really hungry for breakfast so i walked right passed the kitchen and as i was putting on my backpack and adding final touches to my hair, I heard a knock on the door.

a smile quickly fell upon my face but once i opened the door it fell just as fast.

"zayn?"