Addicted z.m

Chapter 18

Spencer's POV

I stared at the yellow tray in front of me, my frown growing with every second. I grew to hate the colour yellow the longer I stared at that tray. It can be such a bland, predictible colour. Why use it for the colour of a food tray? It makes me feel sick, to be honest. It tore away from the food I should be eating but chose not to.

"That party wiped you out, didn't it?" Lou's voice invaded the voices in my head. I met his blue eyes, not letting the expression on my face change.

"You could say that," I shrugged. I hadn't spoken to Sophia since the party on Friday and that day I avoided all eye contact that could've possibly been made. She sat in front of me but it honestly wouldn't have made any difference if she had been sitting next to me or wasn't even there at all. In all honesty, her actions at the party were the least of my worries. "I'm gonna go," I grabbed ahold of my tray and began to stand.

"Spencer, wait," Sophia's voice stopped me. I looked at her for the first time that day and her eyes were full of sincerity and guilt. "I'm really sorry about Friday night. I can't even use me being drunk as an excuse, I had only had two drinks at the time. I wouldn't blame you if you never spoke to me again. What I did was just absolutely terrible, and I'm extremely sorry."

"No worries," I answered, standing from my seat. "He's all yours."

Her lips parted, wanting to respond but she was too confused to find words. The rest of the group looked between the two of us in confusion.

"What did we miss?" Louis asked.

"Ask Sophia," I told him. "Although you might not get much. She may not be one to kiss and tell." I turned away from the table and dodged the questioning stares from the rest of my peers.

The day went by slowly, and I instinctively went out the back door just to be disapointed, but unsurprised, when I didn't find that black car waiting for me. It was hard for me to believe we had honestly broken up. Being with him was all I had really known since I moved here. I can't really remember my schedule before him... I don't even think I had one.

Now I no longer had anything to look forward to at the end of the days or weeks. I no longer had that peace of mind that he'd be there when I needed him and the truth behind that tore me apart, bit by bit, piece by piece.

"Spencer," Niall grabbed onto my wrist after third period the next day and pulled me to a corner in the hall. Louis and Lottie stood with him and cornered me. "Sophia told us what happened at the party."

I smiled an obvious fake smile. "Great, good to know." I tried to walk past them but Niall gently pushed me back.

"We wanted to let you know that we're on your side, and we're here for you." He smiled a sad smile.

I looked at all of their faces, they all held worry and compassion. I sighed. "Listen, you can't be on my side because there are no sides. I honestly couldn't care less about the fact that Sophia shoved her tongue down my boyfriend's throat. I've moved on with my life. You guys should too." I slipped past the barrier they had created but they called me back, catching my attention.

"You don't mean that," Louis accused. "You've been totally out of it and I'm worried about you. We all are."

"It has nothing to do with Sophia." I promised, my voice becoming shaky. I was about to fall apart but I tried all I could to hold myself up.

"Then what the hell is going on? Your change in attitude is scaring me." Niall frowned.

A tear rolled down my cheek and that's all it took for my foundation to crack, causing my whole structure to fall. "Zayn broke up with me, okay?!" I snapped. "Are you happy now? You guys got what you want. Niall, you've been trying to break us up since the day I chose him over you like your life depended on us ending. And Louis, you've been complaining nonstop about how I spend 'oh, so much time with him'. Who knew it was a crime to hang out with your boyfriend? Sue me! Oh, and how could I forget, Lottie. You never wanted me running around with a 'murderer'. Well, you all got your wish! I guess all is fine and dandy! But don't worry, I'm really happy for you. Not everyone's wishes come true. How does it feel? I bet it feels like winning the lottery. Man, I wish I knew what that felt like!"