Chapter 7

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"I should have fucking known"

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"Hey, Echo?" I heard Millie say softly, and turned around to see her peeking her head through my doorway. I flashed her a small smile. "Are you coming with us to get food?" 

"Nah, I don't think so." I said, shaking my head. "I don't feel that great, I'm just going to chill here... thanks though." Millie nodded and closed my door. I wasn't lying, I didn't feel too great, I think I was getting homesick. I had called my mom when me and Wyatt got back from town, and after speaking to her and dad, I didn't feel quite right. The girls were going to a restaurant in town for dinner, but I just wanted to stay home, I wasn't in the mood to be socialising.

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sadie 🌻- hey guys, me sophia and millie are going out for food in a min, anyones welcome to join

 jackboiiiiii 💊 - would love to babe but sadly we are too busy for u

sadie 🌻- somehow im not sad about that ???

wyatt 💧- where's echo?

 the chosen one 📿- what hes trying to say is we have friends from our lectures here, next time deffo

I just finished reading the group chat, I was surprised that the boys were already occupied, they normally jumped at the chance to hang out, but whatever. I decided to climb in bed and watch some crappy horror movie on netflix to try and take my mind off of things.

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Some time had passed, I was around 2 movies in to my netflix binge, and I had noticed that upstairs, the boys were getting louder and louder, their music was loud and I could hear some different voices... girls voices. I thought I should probably get up and stretch my legs, so I got up, threw on some cute sweats and headed upstairs, I wanted to see Wyatt, it cheered me up when I was with him. We had had a cute moment at the cafe earlier that day, and had somehow accidentally admitted to that we kind of liked each other. 

I headed up the stairs and reached their apartment door, which was left open as usual, stupid boys. As I walked in, I could hear the boys in the kitchen with some other people, but I wasn't interested in partying tonight. I headed to Wyatt's door, knocked and waited there quietly, I knew he was most likely being unsociable since the boys had been pissing him off. After a moment, Wyatt opened the door, rolling his eyes as he did until he saw that it was me, and quickly straightened himself up, clearly in shock. My heart sank; behind him, sat on his bed was a girl that I'd never seen before... a really pretty girl.

"Hey Echo-"

"Oh-wow." I cut him off in shock, stepping back. "I'm so sorry Wyatt, I-I should have texted first. Uh-bye." I stumbled over my words in shock, my heart beating faster and faster as I turned around and left the apartment as quickly as I possibly could. My head was all over the place, just earlier that day, me and Wyatt had shared a moment, and I just walked in on him with another girl. As I reached my room, I slammed the door behind me and locked it, and unexpectedly burst into tears.

"I should have fucking known..." I said to myself as I sat on the edge of my bed, unsure of what to do with myself. Of course Wyatt was just like every other guy on the planet, I knew it was too good to be true. I wasn't calming down as time passed, I was getting worse. Everything was getting so overwhelming, it had only been a week or so since I moved in and I already felt like I was going insane. After debating with myself in my head, I went online and booked a coach ticket back home for first thing in the morning; 7am. It would only take a couple of hours, and I needed to get out of the apartment for a couple of days, it was all getting too much.

wyatt 💧- echo

wyatt 💧- why did you leave so quickly

wyatt 💧- please let me talk to you

wyatt 💧- echo please

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Wyatt had started blowing up my phone, but the last thing I wanted to do was talk to him right now. I was beyond upset, I had been fooled by a fucking typical guy. I turned my phone off and climbed into bed, forcing myself to go to sleep, I couldn't wait to get that coach in the morning.

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