Madalyns p.o.v.
I look down at my phone sadly waiting for Evan to text me back or call. A text from him could brighten up my whole entire day but when he gets a text from me its just so easy for him to ignore it and push it to the side like he could care less. That makes me feel so stupid and pathetic, but I can't ignore him. I can't stay away from him. Like he's some sort of drug and I'm a pathetic addict. I don't know why I kid myself with this idea that me and Evan are going to run off into the sunset together and live happily ever after, like we're in some kind of fairytale or something. Life isn't a fairytale, life fucking sucks. Deep down I know that he's bad for me and that I can do better. that I deserve better, but he's all I want. And I feel like a huge joke right now. I rest my head on my hand as I sit behind the front counter and sigh, still looking down at my phone in disappointment.
"Hey!" Heather walks up to me with a sympathetic smile and I jump. Lost in my own Thoughts I scream.
"You okay?..."
Heather laughs and raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
I fake a smile, and lie. Just easily startled. I laugh nervously.
"Right. I can see that."
Heather laughs.
"But hey if you dont mind me asking.. How long have you and Evan been together exactly?"
Heather asks curiously. Leaning over the counter with her hand resting upon her chin.
"ummm... We've been seeing each other for about a month now I would say." I reply sadly.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well a few nights ago I saw him here doing a show and he was pretty plastered. He could barely stand up straight while he was on stage and he was pretty out of it. Later that night I saw him making out in the corner with this girl.. Cloey? I think her name is?.. And um they walked out together, holding hands and laughing."
Heather replied as if she was trying to seem sympathetic. But I could tell that she didnt mind being the barer of bad news in the least bit by the evil twinkle she got in her eye while she watched my heart sink.
"So are you guys in an open relatinship or?" Heather questioned placing her hand upon my shoulder.
"No... We're not. Are you sure that it was him that she went home with?.." My eyes began to swell up with tears. Please tell me that this is a lie.
"No it was definitely Evan.."
"Isn't that girl like your best friend?" Heather asked in amazement, trying not to smile, as I tried my best to hold back the tears. "Because I always see you two together."
"Yeah... She's my best friend." I nod sadly.
"Or I thought she was my best friend..."
A tear slips down my cheek and I quickly whipe it away.
I can't believe that this is happening to me and I still have four more hours To go before I can clock out and go home.
"My advice... Evan is a fuck boy. He's a grade a piece of shit. He's a selfish, manipulative, user. And all that you're going to get from being "in a relationship" with him is disappointment and heartbreak. You're really pretty. dump his ass. Be the best decision you ever made. Believe me.. I know." Heather patted me on the back And all that I could do in return was nod. Because I felt as if I spoke I would burst into tears.
I walked away and into the bathroom and I imediantly started to sob uncontrollably. I slid down the wall and onto the floor and buried my head in my hands, wanting to die. Wanting to scream. But all I could do was sit there and cry. "No..." I cried out to no one.
I spent the last 25 minutes of my break sobbing in the bathroom hoping that no one could hear me.
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