My Roommate

Chapter 14

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Ashley's POV—

"I can't take this anymore." Evan declares as she tosses her notebook across her bed, making it almost fall over the edge. She leans back against the small headboard of her bed and crosses her arms as she pouts. I can only sigh and shake my head.

I thought science would have been the one subject that would be most difficult for Evan to understand, mainly because she pretty much bombed her quiz the first time around. But surprisingly, it's math that's the most difficult for her it seems.

"We've been at it for probably an hour already as it is, wanna stop for now?" I suggest to her. Almost instantly, she sits up and quickly nods. I guess I didn't have to ask her twice. Though, I will be bugging her about studying again later today, just to make sure we're still on track for our finals.

We've been studying everyday since Sunday so far, at least for a couple hours or so. Overall, I really do think she has somewhat of a better chance of passing her finals. And when I mean pass, I mean she has a good chance at getting a grade higher than a C-.

But we still have plenty of study sessions to get to before our finals next week.

It's only Wednesday.

"What are you going to do now?" I ask her. She just shrugs.

"I don't know. Probably just hang out downstairs or something until dinner...but first things firsts, I gotta get something to eat." she says as she starts helping me collect our things to clean off her bed.

I really am happy with how we get along now. And in all honesty, it's easy to talk to her, which I'm also really happy about. I'm glad that what happened Friday night isn't making things awkward or anything.

I'm over it.

And it seems like she is too.

All in all, I'm a lot better since Friday night when Andy and I broke up. Isabella and Sasha, and Evan, all said the same thing. That getting upset over Andy again and again isn't going to do me any good. He obviously didn't truly are about me and I mean hey, he's probably getting more attention from the girl he's been cheating on me now so, what would be the point in getting upset anymore?

Still hurts a little, but at least I'm not crying over him. Or wishing that everything he said wasn't true and that the conversation just in general didn't happen. That it was just a dream.

Nope.

I've almost completely moved on.

Blocking his number, which Sasha insisted I do, and deleting photos of him definitely helped too.

"I was thinking I'd run out to Arby's, want anything?" Evan suggests to me as she slips on her shoes and beanie.

If Andy and I were still together, would I be going out with him to get something eat now? Guess I'll never know.

Hey, I said I was almost over him.

I'm still working my way through it.

"I guess. I don't know what. Actually...I don't think I've ever had Arby's." I admit as I place my stacked textbooks and notebooks on my desk and give a quick glance at my bulletin board hanging above my desk.

I ended up hanging all 15 of the photos in the end.

I shoved the pictures of Andy and me in one of my desk drawers for now, just to keep them out of my sight.

Out of sight, out of mind.

I'll probably just end up throwing them away eventually. I probably should just do that anyway. Not like they really mean anything anymore. Not like they really ever did mean anything, apparently.