Falling For Mr. Sundae | ✔

17. Trust Me

The voices of people complaining as I pushed through them didn't bother me. I just needed to get out if there. To get as far away from them as possible.

As I crossed the lawn, the party goers becoming a blur as I practically ran, someone called my name. It was Julian. I didn't stop for him. My only mission was getting to my car.

When I got to my car a string of curse words left my mouth. It was blocked in. Two individuals thought it'd be okay to park bumper to bumper with my car. No amount of parallel parking skills were going to get me out of there.

"Elisa." Julian was next to me now. I didn't want to talk to him. God, he was probably in on it. All of them probably were. Laughing behind my back at how completely stupid I was.

I whipped my head in his direction, my eyes narrowing at him. "Did you know?"

"No."

My eyes bore into his, searching for the truth. I wanted to believe him. But I also wanted to believe that Adam wasn't cheating on me. And I wanted to believe that Melanie, the girl who gave me relationship advice on Adam, was actually my friend. I was wrong both times.

My throat tightened at the realization of how naive I was. My judgment couldn't be trusted anymore.

"Elisa, I--"

"Stop." I swallowed the lump in my throat, I looking away from him. "Just...I don't feel like talking right now."

As I climbed into my car I noticed that Julian had started to make his way back into the party. The silence that surrounded me was loud and uncomfortable. The fact that I was stuck here in front of the house where my ex was inside doing God knows what with his new girl only made things worse.

I tried to distract myself from crying by scrolling through social media. Double tapping pictures of Brittney in full tourist attire posing in front of Big Ben and pictures of Kells sipping on umbrella drinks.

None if it was doing a good job keeping the tears at bay. The water still pooled in my eyes. It wasn't from sadness, though, but from anger.

Anger for not cutting Adam off a long time ago. Anger that for not seeing through Melanie's act. Anger that I blew off a vacation with my best friend just to stay here and be lied to all summer.

Hot tears flooded from my eyes as I opened up the Twitter app. I was probably going to regret it later but I needed to vent. I held back on using names, but that was all I held back from.

Ten angry, ranting tweets later my notifications were going off with she snapped and tea memes. Whoever said not to put your business online must not have known how good venting into the void felt.

I don't know how long I'd been sitting there when before the lights of the car in front of me came on. I didn't even notice anyone get into the car. Finally, I could get home to my bed, my Netflix and my dog.

When I glanced back at the house I swear I saw Julian standing on the porch, but it was too dark to really tell.

Then, I noticed the car in front of me wasn't actually leave but just letting me out. My suspicions grew. Did Julian really search that entire party to find the owner of the car to help me out?

The thought of that made me feel a little less alone as I made my way back home.

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An alarm went off on my phone Monday morning, reminding me that work started in a hour. I groaned, turning it off and rolling over and snuggling deeper into my covers.