your pov
i open my eyes and my head is pounding already.
"what the hell happened last night?" i say out loud.
"we got super drunk after colby broke your heart and i think you drunk texted him." christine answers from across the room, startling me. i didn't know she was awake yet.
i look down, seeing i still have my outfit on from the night before.
"what day is it?" i ask.
"saturday, don't worry. no classes today." christine smiles.
i stumble my way into the bathroom to find that i didn't take off my makeup last night and my hair is a mess. i wash my face as well as i can and grab my towel.
"hey, i'm going to the showers. i'll be back in a few." i yell out to christine before walking out into the hallway.
no one is out here yet, thankfully. i look atrocious.
communal bathrooms aren't ideal, but i deal.
i laugh at my own joke as i go into the shower. i turn on the water for the shower.
i wash away the filth from last night and try to remember everything. i can't recall much, but i remember a little.
colby cheated on me.
my phone blew up with notifications from it.
we went to the club.
i posted a picture on instagram.
then i texted colby.
sounds eventful.
as i turn off the shower, i hear other voices in the bathroom.
"yeah, her boyfriend cheated on her. it was all over twitter and instagram." one voice says.
"that's rough. but hey, she lives in new york and he lives in california, was it really going to work?"
i wrap my towel around me and step out of the shower. i see two girls from my psych class standing there.
"i guess it wasn't going to work." i shrugged and walked past them. all they did was stand there, not saying a word.
that's probably one of the biggest cons about having a "famous" boyfriend. everyone knows everything about your personal life.
i walk back into my dorm room and see that christine isn't here anymore. i look at my phone and see a text from her.
christine
went out with a friend. hope the hangover passes quickly! xoxo
i get dressed. by dressed, i mean just some sweatpants and one of colbys old hoodies. he may have broken my heart, but his clothes are still comfier than mine.
i don't really think it's hit me yet that he actually cheated on me. a lot of last night is just a blur. the only thing that helps me remember that i even went out last night is the pounding in my head.
i lay down on my bed and stare at the ceiling.
i should've seen it coming.
he's so perfect and in LA there's thousands of perfect girls he could have in a minute. i'm not a perfect LA girl. i'm a messy college student trying to get by each day without falling asleep while walking down the street.
i guess in the back of my mind, i always had a feeling this would happen. i even brought it up to him once, but he quickly denied it and made me believe it never would happen.
