Bad Idea (Hariana)

004. MINOR LOSSES

BLAIR

"IT was one fucking time, Blair! why the hell is that such a big deal ?!"

"It's a big deal' because you had a one-night stand with my coworker! Who the fuck does that, Timotheé?" I yelled with sound escaping the depths of my stomach, fisting at his chest. His grip around my shoulders was tight because we both had a silent understanding that if I broke away, it would be the last time we would ever make contact.

"Blair, please calm down. I'm sorry that it happened and-" he began to apologize profusely, changing the placement of his hands to my waist.

Seizing my golden opportunity, I wiggled out of his grip and ran into our bedroom, grabbing my belongings and stuffing them into random bags. anything I saw, I grabbed.

I heard the sound of Timothée chanting apologies from the other room, but I didn't care to listen. I collected all of my items and stuffed the bags into my arms, brushing past him and making my way to the front door.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" He exclaimed, throwing his palms onto his forehead. "You can't leave. You don't have anywhere to go. " His desperate attempt to use anything he could to make me stay was growing simply pathetic to watch.

"I'll stay with Victoria," I muttered angrily, not wanting to waste any more of my breath on him. Was it that easy to throw away a three-year relationship?

I failed to even realize the tears that were flowing out of my eyes until I felt his hands rub them away, drawing unwanted attention to my raw emotions.

"Get the fuck off of me." I scoffed, pushing his hand away from me roughly. I put on my sneakers quickly and grabbed my purse and keys from the kitchen table.

"We're done. I'm over it, Timotheé."I cried out, frustrated. Tired. Frustrated and tired of being constantly lied to, constantly being disappointed, and tired of giving so much to the men in my life with nothing in return.

The one thing he was good at was his job, an actor. He was good at putting on a front, telling you what you wanted to hear. He was good at pretending.

I didn't give him a chance to reply, and stormed out of the apartment building, making my way to my car.

My white range rover sat in the parking garage next to the building. Luckily, no paparazzi waited outside for me and I was able to have peace. I quickly dialed my best friend, Victoria, and hopped into the drivers' side. I placed my cell phone onto its little hands-free stand and put the phone on speaker.

"Hey, B. what's up?" Victoria asked cheerfully, expecting me to match her energy. I couldn't even begin form words. Instead, I let out massive sobs. I was ashamed that I allowed myself to be with someone capable of hurting me like that.

What was wrong with me? Why did he cheat? What was I not giving him enough of?

"Baby what's wrong?" victoria screeched, getting more and more worried as my sobs grew louder and louder. I hated getting too emotional, I found it annoying quite honestly.

"I walked in on Timothee fucking my- my- " I could barely form the words. The events of the last 20 minutes finally began to set in and process in my mind. "My co-worker." I choked out, trying to hold in my endless amounts of tears.

"The fuck? Who does she think she is?" Victoria practically screamed, matching the amount of anger I felt but was reluctant to show. I heard her phone slam down onto a hard surface and heard her lean back into her headboard with a loud sigh.

"Who even knows. I don't even blame her, honestly. It's Timotheés own fucking fault." I sniffled, actually siding with the girl that worked at my recording studio's front desk. I don't even think she knew I existed, let alone that I was dating Timothèe.

"I packed all of my bags, too. I don't know where I'll stay. " I replied quietly, hating the feeling of being sorry for myself. My mind raced as I thought of places for me to stay whilst I got myself together.

"Stay with me! As long as you need. Just come here and drive safe. We can talk about it more when you get here, okay?" Victoria offered sweetly. A wave of relief washed over me, although I was used to victoria going above and beyond for me and our friendship.

"Thanks. I love you." I whispered, feeling tears prick at my eyes as I took my phone off its stand and hung up. I drove away from the apartment building for good, leaving everything behind.

I continued crying the whole way there, overcome with anger and hurt. I knew I couldn't just stay there and feel sorry for myself, though. I had to prove to Timotheé, and everyone else for that matter, that I'm an independent person, with or without him.

In my head, Timothée and I breaking up was a minor loss. A small bump in the road. Better days were ahead.

I finally reached victoria's Los Angeles home, a gorgeous white and black one. She greeted me on her front porch and immediately rushed me inside, wrapping her arms around me into a tight hug. She took some of my bags and set them by the staircase, allowing me to just come in peacefully.

"Victoria?" I asked as I sat down on her couch. victoria was grabbing ice cream from the kitchen and bringing it over to me, but to be honest, I didn't need it.

"Yeah, Blair?" She asked, her focus still on scooping out some of the rock-solid ice cream with a tiny little spoon. She took the metal and stabbed it into the block of ice cream, pulling it all out of the carton and into a big bowl.

"I don't wanna sit here and feel sorry for myself. Let's go out or something tonight, yeah?" I asked very matter-of-factly. "I need to get my mind off of things, and sitting here won't help me."

She finally took her gaze off of the ice cream container and looked up at me across the room. A large smile spread across her face as she let the spoon fall onto the kitchen island.

"You better get ready then, bitch!" she laughed, making me plaster a giant toothy smile onto my face. Fuck feeling sorry for yourself. It's his loss, anyways.

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