The Date: Connor Franta

25: Throw It Away

I have just lost two friends in one day. Well done, Anna. Well done.

... And I have lost a glass that I have shattered because I threw a mini tantrum where, instead of shouting and making my neighbors think I'm a lunatic, I throw things against the wall and feel the satisfaction of hearing things break. (Although I think it would be better to have shoutted instead so I wouldn't have to injure myself trying to pick the broken glass off the floor.)

I sat on the high chairs beside the island, thinking about everything that has happened the past week. It was way too much for me to even handle. Do I even need to summarize it all for you?

I moved out of my house because my roommate, aka my best friend, ruined my life, Connor and I just made up without having a proper talk, Kian cheated on Andrea with a bitch named Kelsey for who knows how long, I told Andrea that she's been cheated on a day after I found out, and I pushed away Connor, resulting in him yelling my life story and me sitting here by myself.

If I went into more detail, it would nearly take hours.

The rest of the day, I sat on the couch looking at the tv screen as tv shows play. My mind wasn't processing whatever happened on tv, only the words that were said earlier that made me think about everything that happened before I moved out to LA. I miss my life back in San Diego. I know everyone back there. My old friends, family, neighbors, everyone there made me feel comfortable. Here, my life is confusing. My life got flipped, turned upside down living here.

I want to move back to San Diego. I want to leave everything that happened here and just continue my old life back at home. But we all know, we can't always have what we want.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden buzz at the door.

I hate the noise of buzzes. It doesn't even sound like a word. Buzz.

I walked over to the door and saw through the peephole. Kian was there, looking impatient and upset. I huffed and opened the door.

"What." I said, glaring at Kian.

"Why the fuck did you tell Andrea about Kelsey and I? I broke it off with her yesterday, do you not remember?" He barged into my apartment. I'm starting to question how the hell everyone knows where my apartment is, and why no one admires how it looks for just one moment.

"Andrea came here earlier and told me you were still texting her."

"How would she know that I'm not talking to her about the break up?" He turned to face me.

"Why would you even talk to her after you broke up?" I raised my voice. I don't need this shit right now, I have had so much happen in one day and the last thing I'd want to do is have Kian in a room as we both yell at each other for no reason. He doesn't love Andrea. I know he doesn't. He stopped trying once he fucked with that other bitch.

"So I can't talk to anyone?" He laughed.

"No, obviously you can. But I made it pretty clear that if you talk to Kelsey that I'll tell Andrea. And to even mention that Andrea found out on her own Kian. Do you know how suspicious that would be for you to even change your passcode, hide your text messages everytime she looked over your shoulder? There was no point in me waiting if she knows it all."

"She wouldn't have thought that this shit was suspicious if you didn't come up into her apartment causing a big scene." His face was getting red, he was boiling with anger and I honestly didn't understand why he'd be angry that she found out, he doesn't give two shits about her.

"Being back at that apartment doesn't change things Kian. She already found out you were texting Kelsey and hiding shit from her. I didn't even have to tell her." This argument is pointless. Screaming at each other won't resolve things. It won't even get our point across.

"Why did you even become apart of this? You made everything worse when you stepped back in." As if that'd hurt me. I don't care at all if he says anything towards me. I have never liked him since I met him.

"You know what I don't understand about you? You're mad at me for something you did to yourself. So if you're mad, be mad at yourself. You don't even love Andrea. You just stayed with her because you're afraid of not having a girl by your side. Andrea doesn't deserve to be used as a rebound by an asshole like you. Better yet, you don't deserve a girl like Andrea. Go back to Kelsey, that's what you wanted. That text message proved it."

"You don't even know what the text message said."

"I don't need to." He was lost for words, I could tell it in face. So he walked towards the door and left, leaving a slam.

Three slams. One day.

...

The stupid buzzer. The gosh damn buzzer wakes me up and scares the shit out of me.

I sat up from the couch, again having the neck pains, and I walked to the door. I didn't bother looking at the peephole this time, I opened it. I saw a man with a clipboard and a pen in his hands.

"Hi, a bed delivery for," he looked at the paper. "Anna Evans?"

"That's me." I smiled.

"Alright boys, this is the house!" He yelled to the men in the truck. I opened the door wide open and stepped aside.

"Where would you like the bed to be placed Miss Evans?" He asked, walking into my apartment. He scanned around the room.

"This way," I walked down the hall and into the empty room with only boxes laying on the floor.

"Okay, great." He looked around the room. "Is there a certain position you'd like your bed to be?"

"No, anything's fine."

About three men came in with the bed and they set the bed up into my room. Finally, I had a bed that I could sleep in. That's the best thing that's happened to me all day.

I sat on the couch as they set up my bed in my room. I heard nothing, for I was only listening to the little voice that was killing me inside, wanting to pull someone's hair or squeeze something extremely hard. (Kian's neck could be easy to squeeze.)

"Miss Evans?" One of the furniture movers came into the living room.

"Yes?" My head shot up.

"We set up your bed."

"Thank you." I paid them and they all left.

...

Although I really love being in an apartment alone, I'm not sure what to do by myself. I feel hopeless knowing that I have absolutely no one to talk to and it's killing me.

If I could leave back to San Diego, I would with no doubt.

I could run away leaving all of this bullshit behind. I would never come back. I came here to LA with a best friend and we promised each other that we would come back together, get a job together, live together until we get married, have kids, and make our children grow up to be best friends

But might as well throw it away, since things don't go the way as planned.