Maia
Heartbreak is what I've been feeling ever since that day. The betrayal of my friends and Michael really hurt me. I can't even remember how many nights I cried; mostly for him. Danny and I had a thing, yes but I was mostly affected because of our friendship. I found out a few days later from Alyssa that she and him have been on and off for a while. They weren't in an exclusive relationship but apparently it was mostly because Danny didn't want anything serious. However she didn't really know about Danny and me. She catches on our glancings and how he looked at me but it wasn't like we told her we also had a thing. In conclusion he played us both in a way.
Alyssa and I have been hanging out again. We have become a lot closer too and our friend group grew when she introduced me to a few of her other friends and I introduced her to Melody, the girl from the library. She turned out to be a wild cart, loves to drink and loves to party.
Alyssa mostly have been looking sad, she won't tell me why but I have a feeling it's because of the whole Danny situation. I did apologize to her about what happened though not really my fault but I still feel the need to tell her how sorry I am. Danny blew up my phone for the first 2 weeks or so, I ignored him until I had enough and sent him a lengthy message telling him how fucked up he was in doing this to us, to Alyssa. He ruined our friendship and broke my friends heart. Eventually he texted and called less and less, even walked the other way when he would see me in campus, good.
Beside the going out to eat, shop, and even party, Alyssa has a sad look in her eyes- one she tries to mask with laughter and talking about boys, but deep down I know she's hurting a lot more than she want for Danny. I think she loves him.
Sophia recently moved out of our dorm, thank god. It was hard to live with the death stares and the snarky remarks about how I ruined her and Michael's 'relationship'. Obviously the lass is delusional because there was never a relationship between them; or rather him and anyone. Expanding my group friend meant I got to learn about some people, Michael of course being one of them. It's all speculations, thus why I will take it with a grain of salt but I fully believe he isn't relationship material.
The first few days after Michael and I had sex, he didn't show up to class. I'd be lying if I said I was glad, no. It actually hurt me more he was clearly avoiding me. Breaking my heart again when I saw him making out near my favorite cafe with the redhead girl I met at the bathroom a while back. The same girls dorm I once saw him coming out of. She wasn't the only one I saw him with though, there were many more. My head broke each time.
But nothing had hurt me more then a few days ago when I went to a party that of course he attended too. For a second time, I caught him balls deep in a burnet. Both eyes snapping my way at the sound of the bathroom door opening, neither of them cared about my presence, in fact they both continued on with fucking. Her moans were irritatingly loud but his eyes still bore over me. My face hot and eyes full of tears I let out a pathetic sob before slamming the door and flying downstairs to look for a drink or four.
That night I got the most drunk I've ever been, I danced without a care in the world and had a make out session with some guy who's name I don't remember. But I do remember Michael sending the nameless guy flying back, stumbling into dancing people. Grabbing my hand and leading me out of the party, I struggled to keep up with his pace. My knees folded at one point but he grabbed me before I touched the floor.
"You're fucking drunk." His eyes didn't meet mine but his voice was enough to know he was angry.
Slapping his hand off of me I dust invisible lint from my red short dress.
"Fuck you!" I screamed at him before attempting to walk away.
His hand grabbed my forearm bringing me closer to him. Trying to wiggle out of his grip but failing, I started hitting his hard chest. He didn't budge, not even a flinch or a care for that matter. Hugging me closer to his chest, I cried on him. Painful, heartbreaking sobs left my throat.
"Why do you do this to me? Why the fuck are you always there when I need you? Why kiss me? Why fuck me and than toss me like I'm nothing? You're not a fuck once and then never again type of guy, I mean how many times didn't you fuck Sophia? Or the redhead, huh? Am I that unattractive to you that I didn't deserve at least a few words after you fucked me?" My words were slurred but I know he understood each and every word clearly.
His eyes grew dark and empty, stepping back to give us some space, he passed a hand through his curly hair before the unthinkable left his mouth— "Why didn't you tell me you was a virgin?" His voice was cold, freezing actually his expression serious and blanked.
He did ask and I didn't answer but I didn't think it mattered. What's the big deal? Shouldn't he be happy he was my first? What's the problem here, confusion and hurt takes over my face and I feel like another painful cry is coming. Blinking away tears I step back from him more, contemplating if I should just run away or stay here.
"I didn't think it mattered. Why does it matter?" I half whispered half shout. I used the palm of my hand to dry away tears that threatens to leave my eyes.
"I wouldn't have fucked you if I would of known you were a fucking virgin." His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.
I gasped at his words, stepping backwards more as if he has slapped me on the face. My heart shattering for the second time in less than two hours. As his words process on my head I began to feel angry. Before I knew it I sped walked towards him and landed a hard slap on his cheek, causing his head to turn to the side. His jaw tightened but he didn't even bother rubbing his cheek.
"You can go fuck yourself." Were my last words before I walked myself home drunk and heartbroken.
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"About time you answer the damn phone! What have you been doing?" Her scolding voice almost give me a headache through the phone.
Our last party was on Thursday which was a bad idea to even go. One because it was a school night and I was drunk out of my mind which resulted in me being thirty minutes late to class, having to excuse myself to throw up my guts. Second because of the event that happened with Michael. I've tried so hard this past few days to not give him a second thought, but I've failed of course.
"Alyssa must you be so loud? I just woke up."
"What? It's 3pm on a Sunday. Wake. The. Fuck. Up."
"Well, I've been super tired with the exams and homework and all the damn parting. I need a break." Forcing my self to sit up, I place the phone between my ear and shoulder while I grab the sock that dared slip off my foot while I slept.
"A break? Yeah, no. We are going to this new club that's opening up today. I hear ladies don't pay at the entrance. Plus tomorrow we don't have class cause of the Memorial Day, so be ready by 9." she hangs up before I can even protest.
Throwing my new phone on the bed, I rubbed my sleepy eyes before grabbing some clothes and go to shower.
Midway to the showers my phone vibrates on my hand. I feel the blood leave my body at the contact name.
Incoming call from Trashdad
I let the phone vibrate twice before ignoring the call.
I need a shower desperately right now, I speed to the bathroom not paying attention and slamming onto someone. Her back was to me at first but quickly turned around to face me.
My eyes widen at how beautiful this girl is. Brown long straight hair, curvy, big butt, luscious lips, brown eyes with a long set of dark lashes. She has everything I lack but wish to have.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention." My voice shakes while I struggle to keep eye contact.
Giving me a friendly smile, I was almost blinded by her perfectly white straight teeth. Geez, can she be more perfect?
"That's okay, I must of been on the way." Her sweet voice makes me instantly smile at her.
"No, not at all. It's my fault I was distracted," almost sounding offended at the fact she's blaming herself, "I'm Maia by the way." Stretching my hand to her.
Giving another perfect smile she takes my hand and gently shakes it. It was than I noticed the redhead from one of Michael's make out session at campus. I feel my body loose blood for a second before composing myself and looking back at the Goddess I front of me. "I'm Linda, it's nice to meet you."
Awkwardly smiling at both girls, I point my finger at the direction of the bathroom, "Well, I'm going to leave you both to it. I really need a shower." Speeding off before they could say anything, I do hear one of them say something inaudible.
The showers were a little more busy than usual. There's a total of ten stalls, five on one side and another five on the opposite wall. Cream colored doors, a tedious small shower head with a small basket tied in the middle to put your shampoo and conditioner, and a white shower curtain. The tile walls and floor where the same small squared white tile. The place is pretty basic to be honest but at least we have all the necessity; showers, toilets, sinks, shelves, and even clean extras towels in case you forget yours. I wouldn't trust their cleanliness but they are there at least.
There was only two showers available, choosing the furthest back, I lock the door behind me.
Lathering shampoo on my hair until I can feel it foaming up, my ears perk up upon hearing some muffled noises coming from what I think is the stall next to mine. It goes quiet for a minute giving me a chance to rinse my hair of my Rose scented shampoo. I slide myself closer to the stall wall again when I hear what sounds like moaning, I put my ear against the wall hoping to have confirmation. Hearing lots of "harder" is all the confirmation I needed. Rolling my eyes to myself, I get back to condition hair before washing my skin. Why anyone would have sex in a shower stall full of people is beyond me.
From a distance I could hear the sound of doors unlocking and water being turned off. It makes all the moaning a lot more audible, "faster daddy" "harder" "oh my god" and I cringed hard when I heard, "cum inside me please, let me have your kid". I really need to get out of here I thought to myself. Standing under the steamy hot shower, I let the water fall from my head to my toes, closing my eyes letting the water relax my tense body and possible my mind too. My eyes snap open when I hear the door from the next tall open.
Shutting my water right after, I walk closer to my door and listen on the couples hush conversation. Actually, I can only hear the girl, "I just felt like you were just fucking me to fuck me and not cause you actually want me," she half whispered, half shouted, "You're thinking of her weren't you?" There was irritation on her voice. I waited, wanting to hear what the guy would reply back but all I heard instead was a scuff and footsteps that went from loud to quiet a few seconds later.
Thanking god that I actually brought my towel inside, hooking it at the doors towel hook instead of leaving it on the shelf outside, I grab the soft fabric and start drying my hair and my skin, wrapping myself in it before stepping out to the shelf to get my clothes and quickly running back inside the stall.
When I was done getting dressed, the couple who had fun on the stall next to mine had vanished. There was only two stalls being used. Pushing the exit door open, I step outside and was met with chaos. Just a short ten feet away was a small crowed of people in a somewhat circle were surrounding two females entangled in each other's hair while two girls try to break them part unsuccessfully.
Walking closer, I see that one of the girls is the famous redhead and the other one is a blonde girl whom I've never met before but have seen her outside the campus area. Keeping a safe distance, I noticed some of the girls circling them have their phone out taking videos. My eyes automatically roll at the immaturity of the action.
Watching as the girls were still pulling each other's hair and attempting to punch each other on the face, I get ready to walk away before I can witness any blood. I took two steps— two steps before I froze. His deep voice roared in annoyance, walking closer to the girls, Michael stood in front of them and grabbed each by the forearm, instantly breaking them apart.
Both girls let go of each other, taking a step back in opposite direction, they instantly face him. Shaking his head at the girls, he told everyone to go "home". Both girls called each other a bitch but did as he said and went to their own dorm. Everyone else skedaddled elsewhere.
I'm still frozen in my tracks, my head confused and full of questions. But only two are taunting me; how did I not notice him and why did it only take one touch to break those girls apart?
When my eyes finally met Michael, he was already staring at me. His back against the wall with his hands crossed over his chest. My eyes goes from his wet hair, to his beautiful hazel eyes. His white shirt is tight around his arms and chest which makes me feel things but it was his light grey sweatpants that made me feel aroused. It leaves little to the imagination really.
"Are you done staring?" He bounced off the wall and was hovering near me not even two seconds later.
"That was quite the drama, huh." My eyes drift to where the girls were leaving behind a ball of hair.
"Bitches will be bitches." Nonchalantly, he places a blunt between his lips.
"Right— why did they listen to you? It's as if you're their master or something." My eyes question him and my voice almost accusing him of something.
He shrugged but didn't say anything, lighting his blunt and taking a puff before creating hoops of smoke.
My eyes scan him fully. Taking in every detail, including his wet hair. Why is his hair wet?
"Did you just shower?" I needed to mask my voice from nervous to accusing again. I hope he says no.. it'll be a lie but better than confirming me what I deeply already know.
"Yes." He cages me between his arms. His eyes searching my face.
Hurt took over my face. Shit, once again it was all I felt. Why does it hurt so fucking much? We aren't together, hell— he has never even given me the impression of wanting a relationship or even wanting a friends with benefit relationship either. So feeling jealous and heartbroken is fucking stupid.
I closed my eyes for a second before opening them again, pushing him away from me, he let me go. I continue to walk away but I stopped against my own will. Turning around to face him, his back against the wall again. I walked closer to him, my feet stomping loading against the floor.
Standing once again in-front of the man who hurts my heart and owns my tears, I land a hard slap on his beautiful face.
"You might think you can play with all the girls, but I will tell you right now, you will not make me one of them. I will not be fighting anyone for you. I will never compete with anyone for you. You're a fucking asshole." My voice cracks at the end of my sentence and I want to suddenly punch myself for being pathetic.
Reaching for a strand of hair and placing it behind my ear, Michael stands tall in front of me. Placing one hand on my on my cheek and using his other hand to place his joint on his lips, he inhaled the smoke and waited a few second before letting it out. Tossing the joint on the floor, he steps on it to put it out. "You don't need to compete, there's no competition. You already won." He places a small kiss on my forehead before walking away from me. Leaving me more confused and mouth wide open. What. The. Fuck.
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