Lovesick.

I. New Year, Same Old Me

ARIANA'S POV

I pause Pandora on my phone, taking out a sticky note, and writing the song lyric:

"Just gonna stand there, and watch me burn, but that's alright because I like the way it hurts."

I unpause my music when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I take out my headphones, turning to them.

"Iggy!" I greet my best friend with a hug.

"What's up, bitch?" She says.

We talk for a while before Iggy groans.

"The dick-in-a-box and his ass-kissers are coming. I still have to go meet up with Nate." She says.

"It's fine. Go." I tell her, and she rushes off to find her boyfriend.

"Hey, Ariana!" Harry calls, and I ignore him, grabbing my stuff and walking away.

I make a run for the dorms, and almost make it, but someone grabs my arm, yanking me back.

"Not so fast, Grande. It almost seemed like you were running from me." Harry says, having a fake look of hurt on his face.

"That is how it seemed, isn't it?" I respond.

"Yeah. But you'd never do that, right?" He asks, taking a step closer, and my heart flutters.

He open my backpack, taking out my sticky notes.

"Harry, stop." I say, as Niall and Liam grab my arms, keeping me from grabbing my stuff.

"You sure write a lot of notes...." Harry says.

"They're just song lyrics." I tell him.

"Oh really? What artist?" He asks.

"Rihanna."

"Well, some of these are kind of sexual..."

"They're just pointless song lyrics."

"But to you, they have significance. You can relate to them." He says, knowing he's right. "Boys, listen to some of these."

He reads the one I just wrote. "Kinda dark, don't you think? Wouldn't you rather have a happy ending?"

"Fuck your happy ending." I retort with a smile.

"Oh, here's another guys. 'Come here, rude boy, boy. Can you get it up? Come here, rude boy, boy. Is you big enough?' So who's this 'rude boy'?"

"Oh, I assure you, he's quite the arrogant asshole."

"Well, let's read one more. 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me.' That true? Kinky shit turns you on, doesn't it?" He asks, and I'm at a loss of words. No one's ever asked me that.

"Give me my stuff." I growl, secretly praying that he can't see that I'm turning crimson.

"Answer the question. It turns you on. You're a whore." He laughs.

"And you're a prick. Now leave my bitch alone." A voice says, and to my relief it's Nicki.

"Awe c'mon, Nicki, we're just having some fun." Harry chuckles.

"Give her back her stuff and leave."

"Fine. I don't wanna catch herpes from her."

"You already have crabs." She retorts, and he smirks.

"See ya later, whore." He says, throwing my stuff, and he and his friends leave, probably to go bother freshmen.

"Thanks, Nick." I hug her after she helps me pick up my things.