"Today I'm going to have dinner at Dylan's," Júlia says as she helps me fold my clothes.
"I'm going with you." I'm putting some clothes in my closet.
I'm not running away from anything else. Even though I'm nervous about facing everyone after the whole scene at the bar.
"Are you sure? You know what I think, you don't have to turn your life upside down and stop seeing your friends over some guy."
"Yeah. I'm strong. If Peter thinks he can toy with me, he's wrong. I'm going to get my revenge on him for misleading me, for making me let my guard down, for making me look stupid."
"I like your attitude, now we're talking!"
"I've suffered enough, this is the time to rise up and humiliate him."
"What is the plan?" She is grinning.
"You know me well." I smile at her. "Hear me out, I'm gonna make that roommate of his, David, eat out of my hand. He might fight me at first, but if I do things right, I'm gonna turn them against each other. What do you think?"
"I think you're insane. You weren't even able to go all the way with Hardin. Why do you think it would be different with another guy? Besides, I want David for me." Júlia makes me giggle. We are done with the clothing, and I lie on the bed on my back. Júlia lies beside me.
"Yeah, you're right. Peter doesn't even care about me, why would he even be upset that I tried to hook up with his roommate?"
Or would he? I hate how insecure he makes me feel. I should just back off forever, but I can't. I have this pathetic need to get his attention, because that's exactly what I am: pathetic.
"Why don't you try something simpler?" Júlia suggest.
I check Instagram and I notice he still hasn't deleted our picture. I should just report this damn picture and get someone to delete it. If he got Becky pregnant, he shouldn't have a photo with me. But I can't give him that importance. So, no, I'm not going to report it.
"I just got an idea. I'll publish a photo of myself and Hardin on my Instagram. I hope he realizes how insignificant he is. I never put up a photo with him and now I'm doing it with Hardin." And I hope it hurts him, I add a heart and a Dutch flag in the caption. Done.
***
Júlia and I arrive at the common room, and everyone's sitting at the table eating pizza. Peter's startled when he sees me. I immediately look away and say hello to everyone else. Luckily, Becky's not here.
"I'm glad you came blondie," says Dylan.
"Yeah, I guess the conversation you had at the bar worked, I don't have to change my life for Peter." Peter chokes on the pizza and starts coughing.
"Easy, dude." David slaps his back.
"Well, did you order ham and cheese? You know it's my favorite." I change topics and sit next to Hardin, and Júlia sits next to me.
"We didn't know you were coming, and no one likes that basic pizza," says David.
"Fine. Guess I'll have to eat pepperoni pizza," I say as I open the pizza boxes and get a slice. I also pour myself some beer.
I eat three slices and drink four glasses of beer. I talk to almost everyone around the table and it's going fine. Sometimes I can feel Peter's looking at me, but I avoid looking at him a single time. As I finish eating, I get up from the table and get a cigarette from my purse.
"Can I have one? I forgot to buy some." I can hear Hardin behind me.
"Sure." I get two cigarettes and we head to the balcony with Júlia. David also joins us. Even though he doesn't smoke regularly, he does so every once in a while. Especially when he drinks.
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