My Imaginary Friend | l.t au

20: Confrontation

It was now Tuesday, and also the week of Halloween, meaning my project was due on Thursday.  I was almost done, I just needed to touch things up, and it'll be good.  It honestly wasn't my best project I've ever done-- I could've done a lot better-- but it wasn't terrible either. And, truthfully, it wasn't really much of a project, per say, more like a fifteen page report.  But it still took me forever to work on, so I was glad that I was free of any distractions (besides the time I helped Jamie choose a costume for that imbecellic party).

I don't even get what the deal was with parties like that.  It seemed pointless to me, the way everyone just uses them as excuses to get drunk, high, and have sex-- and possibly throw up.  It was pretty degrading seeing some of these girls throwing themselves at random guys.  I'm not saying every girl out there does that, but those who do disgust me.  In my opinion the term 'party' was just a label for 'let's get wasted and do stupid crap that we'll probably regret in the morning'.  Niall's birthday was an exception, since he was my - friend?- and invited me and it would have been rude to reject the offer.

Like I mentioned before, the party I went to before that was actually last year's Halloween party, and I don't really feel like reliving that again.  Of course, the only people who knew about that incident were Ethan, his friend Stephen, and me, so whenever Jamie would nag me about going, she didn't know the real reason why I kept refusing. Though, it was true that I needed to focus on schoolwork more than I have been.

As if she'd read my mind, she spoke up, turning down the volume of All Time Low blasting from her speakers a knotch. "I don't understand.  You'd rather stay in and 'study' instead of having fun on the one night of the year where you can dress up however you want, and be as crazy as your imagination leads you, and not get judged?"

Well that's another way to put it. "Yeah, actually.  Is there a problem?"

"Uh, yeah, actually, there is," she retorted.

"Oh yeah?" I quirked my eyebrow. "And what would that be exactly?"

"Is that even a question?"

"Jamie? C-can I ask you something?" I asked, finally gainging the courage to ask her what I've been dying to find out for a while now. She gave me a look, but nodded. "It's something Ethan said the night we..." Don't cry, don't cry, Wendy. "The night we broke up."

"What did he say?" She inquired, concerned. It didn't help that the song playing was Break Your Little Heart.

"Um, okay, see, the thing is, and I'm not even sure if I should believe him, seeing as he's lied to me before in the past, but still, it really hurt, and I didn't want to assume anything before asking you the real story," Okay, I know I may have been stalling a bit by rambliung like that, but I couldn't help it.  If what he told me turned out to be true then-- actually, I have no idea what I'd do, but I'd feel like someone broke my heart in two, and stole all the superglue in the world.  I guess I'd know how Humpty Dumpty felt when he sat on that wall, huh?

"Just get to the point already."

"Fine," I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the worst. "He told me that you guys... err-"

"Had sex?" She finished for me, and there was no doubt some guilt in her voice.

I nodded. "Is.. Is it true?"

"Y-yes, it's true," she muttered.  

It hit me harder than the Titanic hit that iceberg.  Her words stung worse than what I'd imagine the harm a swarm of hornets could do to you feels like.  Surprisingly, Niagra Falls wasn't flowing out of my eyes as I expected.  On the contrary, I wasn't crying at all anymore.  I just felt... numb.  I didn't feel anything, apart from slight shock that my own roommate would do that to me.  Other than that, though, I was in a haze of nothingness.