Evangeline Carter wants nothing more than to make it through her final year of college in one piece figuratively and literally. With a messy ending to her long-term relationship, the task of getting over him deems harder than she thought it would be...
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Stupid Boys
Stupid Feelings
Stupid Relationships
The past couple hours of my life have been a complete drama filled reality shit-show. That constantly wants to replay itself on repeat. Welcome to my life. Dealing with the aftermath of my boyfriend—well ex-boyfriend cheating has turned me into an emotional basket case. Honestly I don't know why I'm still crying at this point our relationship was over before he let that girl go down on him, I was just way to blind to see it. But that doesn't make it hurt any less.
The blatant stares and uncomfortable whispers made the embarrassment furthermore humiliating and even harder to bear, and by the time the girls called the campus cab service I didn't want to be anywhere but my bed. The cab ride home was unbearably silent and awkward to say the least, I'm guessing the girls were worried any type of conversation would rattle me and I would break.
I didn't.
But as soon as I found my keys and walked through our apartment door, I made a beeline for the fridge, grabbed the only tub of cookie dough ice cream left and locked myself in my room and cried my eyes out.
Hoping to drown out the painful ache in my chest, with the creamy goodness, I usually seek comfort in—only to find it very hard to come by. Replacing it with a ridiculous rom-com, only it's doing very little as well. Ugh.
I ate then cried, and cried a some more, you would think I wouldn't have any more tears left. Oh wait, I spoke too soon because I'm crying again. I sigh, placing the empty tub on my bedside table, curling into my throw pillows, a warm glow cascades around my room from my firefly lights against my headboard as I pull the thick blanket covering my legs up more drawing in some much needed warmth.
Glimpsing at the framed photo on my bedside table —the one of us from last christmas in New York, I turn it facing down. That can go.
Needing to distract myself with anything, before I fall into a trap of self loathing and pity. I sit up noticing some of his things scattered about my room. A new wave of emotions casting over me—anger, sadness, but mainly heartbreak. As I can slowly fill the tears building up again, bringing my hand up wiping it away letting out a steady breath. I'm done crying over him.
Getting up I grab the nearest empty storage container, I throw everything he's ever given me into—hoodies, shirts, jewelry. I don't need the constant reminder of him.
Swinging my bedroom door open, not caring that I look like a complete mess, I walk into the living room to find three pairs of concerned eyes glancing over at me, and I break again. Dropping the box at my feet, encasing myself in a warm hug from my best-friends as they surround me as my body shutters uncontrollably.
"I'm so sorry he did that to you," Han says, her cheek resting against my temple. "He's a complete ass" Maya adds, as she leans her head on my shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze in the process."Here" Lexi says, handing me a tissue as I usher out a thanks.
