Pieces [Wattpad's Editor's Choice]

3: gOt BrAiNs?

I concentrated on my poster of Halsey, her lyrics I'm bad at love scrolled right above her head.

If anyone was bad at love, it was me. If you had enough romantic experiences to write songs about them, then you really weren't that bad at all.

I pushed myself upright from previously having my feet propped on my wall and put on my glasses. Yes, I wore glasses like the person I thought was my soulmate. But unlike Ethan, I actually needed them. My twenty-twenty vision decided to abandon me once I got to college (I blamed the ridiculous class sizes that expected the students in the back of the large lecture halls to see the board from a mile away). But at least the large circular frames looked fairly good on me. I mean, it seemed like glasses became a sort of fashion in the past couple years and I was glad to have been a Chosen One.

At least bad vision wanted me. Ha.

While sitting upright on my bed, chestnut hair a disastrous mess of curls on my head, I stared at my wall clock. It was seven-forty-two and the party started at eight. I was still in my black sweatpants and gray Arizona State University t-shirt with a hole by my belly-button. If I had a piercing there, it might've been cute. But I looked like the night drunk me away and threw me up like a bad hangover.

I pushed myself off my bed and dug in my side table drawer for some pictures from home: Colorado. Some pictures contained Mom, Dad, and my older brother Phillip over the years. I brought one photo from each year of my nineteen years to hang around my room. This semester-my final one-started in the middle of January and I brought these photos my freshman year of college. I still hadn't hung them up.

I sorted through the photos and searched for one that had only me. Unfortunately I didn't have any, so I took my least favorite photo-one of me and Phillip sticking our faces close to the camera seven years ago-and threw the rest back in my drawer.

Next I found scissors, and then I cut my face out of the photo.

"Psh, that movie is so overrated. I heard the last one-"

I turned towards the voice to lock eyes with Luna. She stepped through the door, one arm behind her, her fingers linked with those of a guy. One I'd never seen before.

He wore a red snapback and had light-brown skin and kind eyes. In his free hand, he carried a case of beer. Like all the guys Luna brought home, he was muscular-I could tell through his plain long-sleeved shirt. An eyebrow furrowed in confusion as he stared at me.

"Oh hey Fran." Luna pulled the guy in behind her and shut the door. New Guy leaned against the door while Luna walked over to me. "So you decided not to go to the party?"

Once I finished cutting out my face, I dug in my drawer again. "There's no way I'm seeing Ethan Suede make out with his new chick tonight."

"You wouldn't." Luna sat on my bed and put her hands in her lap. "I mean, I'm hoping he at least has the decency to do that in a closed off room or something."

"He lost all decency the moment he texted me yesterday freaking morning! Guess who's blocked now?"

"Recent breakup?" The guy leaning against the door inquired.

I slammed my side table drawer shut and swiveled around to face him. "No, Stranger. There was no breakup because Ethan Suede and I were never dating. We didn't have a chance to date. We are just an almost, which is probably worse than a was. So no, there was no freaking breakup with Ethan Suede!"

His eyes widened and he pressed his back against the door like maybe he'd ghost through it and escape. "Good Lord, woman." He looked at Luna. "Roommate?"