Chapter 18

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<LUCY POV>

"Lu it can't be over, it just started " Levy said as we walked out of the building and to the coffee place I found the first time I was here. 

"But it is" I said pulling open the door of the cafe.

"Hi welcome, Ooo we've got a celebrity today" happy smiled seeing me.

"Hi Happy, this is Levy" I gestured to her as I attempted to smile

"Well I'll just grab you two menus and I'll be back" he said walking off as Levy and I sat in the corner. 

"This place is so cute how'd you find it?" Levy asked looking around admiring the cafe.

"After the interview with Natsu I came here" I sat quietly placing the menu down. We sat in silence until Happy came around and took our orders. "These pictures are gorgeous" I sighed looking through the pictures that Mira sent me. 

"You look happy" Levy said "You both do"

"I was, I'd like to believe he was" I said sipping my latte. 

"Hey stop it, give me your phone l'll do it" she pulling the device out my hand and started scrolling, "You have to at least keep up the image you can't just go away" all I did was nod my head and continue to eat. 

 I hated myself, and I hated Natsu. I put myself in this situation it's my fault this is happening now. We both knew what we were signing up for but I didn't know this was going to happen, I didn't know I would get attached and he would have such an impact on my life. I hated myself for not seeing it before, for even allowing this to happen, I'm not a whore and yet I basically traded sex for fame. This week was hell and the only person to blame was myself.

Day 1: I haven't left my house since that day. Levy emailed my professors but I haven't touched my laptop. I can't look at social media or tv because he's everywhere, pictures of us are everywhere, of me coming out his building with tear streaks. I've been secluded to my room the bathroom and the kitchen. Every 4 hours Levy would get a call and she would come to me and put it on speaker, it would be one of three people, Gajeel, Erza, or Mira. They would say nice things and attempt to comfort me, when Mira would call half of the call would be her trying to talk to me and then it would just be silent only the sound of breathing coming over the phone. I never liked someone like this, to the point where I can't live without them and we only met about two months ago. 

Day 2: I was a wreck, I only wore sweatpants and my shirts had stains, my hair was so tangled that I couldn't run my fingers through it. Tequila. I wanted tequila. No, I needed tequila. I needed to get drunk and I wanted to feel something other than the constant heartache from this stupid boy that ruined my stupid life. I grabbed Levy's car keys and my wallet and walked out the door. I raced to the car so that no one would see me going out to buy alcohol at 1 in the afternoon. I went to the closest store that I could and bought as much as I could carry, I walked out the building with multiple black bags of liquor and two large tubs of ice cream. I wasted no time getting back to the apartment, I even went over the speed limit just so I wouldn't have to be outside. I sat on the kitchen floor shoveling ice cream into my mouth only taking breaks to drink.  "Where were you" Levy asked looking through the black bags that I had shoved into the freezer not bothering to unpack. 

"Where do I think" I mumbled removing the bottle from my lips attempting to stand up. I put the spoon in the sink and pushed levy to the side as I walked past her. I tossed the empty container into the trash and made my way to my room 

Day 3: 3 empty bottles of tequila rolled around on the floor along with clothes and candy wrappers. I pulled myself out of bed and went to the kitchen disregarding Levy and Gajeel on the couch. At least one of us is happy. I opened the freezer and pulled out a frozen meal and another bottle of tequila. I threw the frozen meal into the microwave and leaned over the counter watching it spin around and bubble. "Tequila at 9 am? And I thought I was bad" Gajeel laughed walking into the kitchen. 

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