issues | justin foley

19

"YOU GET MAD AND YOU BREAK THINGS"

PART NINETEEN

after relaxing in the tub for what felt like an hour or so, monica finally decided to retreat from her safe place and back out into the real world.

as the bath drained, she dried off, rubbing her face and body with the towel as if to scrub away the events of the day before.

she unknotted her hair from the bun on the top of her head and let it hang down off her shoulders. she sighed as she looked at herself, but then looked away from the mirror because she hated the person she saw before herself.

she threw on her pajamas and exited her bathroom, only to come face to face with the person that's been on her mind all day: justin foley.

she swallowed the lump in her throat as she stood staring at her boyfriend with her towel in hand, the only noise being the tub draining in the bathroom behind her.

neither of them made a sound, monica still staring at justin who just shook his head at the ground as he sat at the edge of her bed, rubbing his eyes.

monica coughed slightly, making justin look up, his eyes puffy and red as he followed monica with his eyes as she threw her towel in the hamper.

"hey," she said in a soft voice, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

"did you have fun this weekend?" he asked, playing with his hands, still not looking up at her.

"um," monica mumbled, going over to sit in the small couch on the window sill, pulling her knees to her chest, "it was good. i drank a lot."

"drank enough to know what you were doing or drank enough that you didnt know that having sex with someone else while you are dating someone is called cheating?"

monica sighed, "justin, i was drunk, it was a mistake—"

"yeah! a mistake that cost you your virginity!" he exclaimed, finally looking up at her.

"me and jeff decided we wouldn't tell anyone, that it'd be considered practice—"

"'me and jeff' god who even are you? were we even together, mo? was there ever a 'justin and I'?"

"of course there was!"

justin stood up from her bed, his face red with anger, "then why! i thought you loved me, monica!"

"i did love you, justin! i still do!"

"then WHY?" he suddenly screamed angrily, "every single person in my life has bet against me, taken me for granted and i thought you were different!" he started throwing pillows off of Monica's bed, ripping off the covers and throwing them around the room, breaking picture frames and snow globes on monica's desk.

"i am different!" she pleaded, "stop throwing things, justey, please!"

justin screamed again, throwing a picture of him and monica on the fooor, breaking the glass inside. he threw down a mirror on her wall and cracked that too. he even punched a hole in the wall, that finally made him bleed. make him take away the pain of this conversation. of their relationship.

"im done monica, im fucking done," he breathed heavily, wiping his fist on his shirt, "at least when i was with jess, she didn't go behind my back and fuck some kid on the baseball team. why him, huh? why not bryce or fucking zach? how did it happen in the first place mo? can you at least explain that to me?"

monica let a tear escape from her face as she hid her head in her legs, "bryce asked us to go get more beer from the basement—"

as she explained the situation justin continued throwing things around the room, growling and aggravated.

"i talked about how you wanted to have sex but i didn't want to. not at bryce's. i wanted it to be special with someone who ive known forever."

"am i not special enough for you?"

"he said to me, 'we're both drunk, mo, it wont mean anything' and i said, 'can we just call it practice?' and before i knew it we—"

justin cut her off, "you what? huh? are you too fucking scared to tell me? nothing can hurt me more than what fucking happen at bryce's halloween party."

"we had sex! is that what you wanted to hear! i don't even remember it! all i remember is him giving me a couple hickeys on my neck and i know i returned the favor and then we fucked!" monica yelled, looking at him, "it didn't mean anything to me justin!"

"i just don't get it," he groaned, "i don't understand why. i just cant comprehend it."

"if you must know," she sighed, "he was sweet. he didn't pressure me to do anything. he always asked for my permission. he was soft and slow and it was—"

"are you fucking day dreaming about this right now?" justin scoffed, "you know what mo, why don't you just run back to atkins? see how he works out for you. as of right now, we're done."

"but, but justin," monica stuttered, "i love you. it was a mistake. you know that!"

"being with you was a mistake," he shook his head, "im out of here, jess is waiting for me."

monica's heart dropped into her stomach as that name rolled off his tongue. it was like the beginning of the school year all over again.

"j-jess?" monica said in a quiet voice, "you're choosing jess over me?"

justin nodded his head, wiping another tear from his eyes, "just like how you chose atkins over me. and guess what mo?"

"w-what?"

"we're gonna go fuck, to even the playing field," he sniffled and walked to the door, looking back at the crying blonde one more time, "game on, de la cruz."

and with that, he slammed the door shut, leaving monica hiccuping and sobbing next to her window sill as justin ran out to jess's car from down below.

he left her with a broken heart and a broken bedroom and one fucked up game the two would embark on as the year continued on at liberty high.

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