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After our failure of a date, we came back to the room. She was quiet, apologetic even, but I tried my best to reassure her that it was okay and that it doesn't make me feel any different about her. I changed my shirt back into the more comfortable one that she had let me borrow and ditched the denim jeans for some cotton shorts.

I sat on my bed and got comfortable as she paced, not looking like she knew what to do next. "Come sit." I pat next to me on mattress. She obeyed with not much resistance, intertwining her fingers and bouncing her knee slightly. She seemed nervous, ashamed that her image was tainted by the fact she was actually afraid of something. "Why are you being so quiet? That's not like you." I laugh, trying to keep the energy light, nudging her shoulder with mine. My actions caused her to let out a low chuckle, lifting her head from the ground to look at me. "Sorry- I just.. feel so dumb." I grab her hands with both of my own, looking her in the eyes. "Ellie... stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong." Her head looks back down to the floor. I retract my hands as the silence started to flood the room. I didn't want this date to go to waste. It was good, everything was good and I didn't want her getting in her own head about something that seemed to small. "When did you know you liked girls?" The sudden change of subject made her dart her focus to me. "What?" A grin mixed with confusion from my out of line change of subject. "I'm just curious." I say innocently, blinking wide at her. "Uh- I don't know... I kinda always knew, I guess." "Really? That's crazy." I nod at her, eyebrows raised sarcastically, trying to act surprised. "Okay- princess. What about you?" She pretended to sound annoyed but her cheeks were pink, a half smile growing on her face. "Um.. sometime in high school I guess." I shrug. "Oh yeah? How'd you find out?" She leaned in, her voice changing to a seductive, teasing tone.Her closeness made me lean away from her, breaking eye contact. "...the girls locker room." I said timid, just above a whisper. She uttered a hardy laugh, patting my thigh. "Okay, asshole. What about you?" I roll my eyes and can only imagine how red my face was. "It was like... 3rd grade? I don't know- there was the girl I really liked. I drew her pictures and picked flowers for her at recess." She leaned back on her hands, looking up at the ceiling as she reminisced on all those years ago. A stupid smile on my face as I watched her. The setting Sun streamed from the window, making her hair glow an auburn hue, a small dimple on her cheek that I hadn't noticed before. "That's adorable." I pout my lips at her. "Don't be a smart ass." "No, I mean it.." I scooch closer to her so our thighs were touching, placing a hand on her knee."You use to be so sweet. What happened?" I lower my voice to a whisper, teasing the girl, but at the same time wondering what happened to make her build such a tough barrier around her. "I guess I grew up." Her response was short and dismissive. Her scarred brow twitched slightly while her eyes remained glued to the floor. I retract my hand from her, placing it back in my lap and soothing my thumb over my palm. I felt like I was being scolded. Her words and actions had a power over me. When she treats me nicely, I feel like I'm being rewarded, but when she brushes me off or ignores me, I feel hated. Worthless. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean it like that. That was out of line. I shouldn't have-""Sky, It's fine." She snapped back, coldly. Her voice was deep and monotoned, her eyes still looking anywhere except in my direction. I scoot further away from her on the bed, my face hot from embarrassment as I felt my eyes begin to well up. I felt like a pet to her. Happy to go along with whatever my owner was doing as long I was involved, but if I did something bad I'd be put outside, chained up and left out in the rain. I'd do anything to make this feeling stop, beg for forgiveness and get on my hands and knees and swear it away. The mattress jolts under me, causing me to watch as she gets up and grabs her backpack. "Els?" I call out for her, but she doesn't acknowledge me or hesitate as she turns the handle and slams the door shut. The room felt eerily quiet and stiff. My mind raced, questioning everything I said in our conversation that made me end up here. Alone. I cradled my head in my hands, taking deep breaths to avoid the meltdown that was coming on, but it was too late. Tears started to pour, my breathing hitched as I felt a lump in my throat.

Ellie's POV I don't know why I left her, and I definitely didn't know where I was going, but I knew if I stayed, it would just make shit worse. "What happened to you?" Her words repeated in my head like a broken record. It was Skyler. Of fucking course she didn't mean in a condescending way. If it was anyone else I would've just reacted, but I couldn't lash out on her. Sweet, sweet Sky.

"Are you okay?" "Yeah. Why?" I put on my best act in front of Dina, not wanting her to pry. I came to her room since I literally had no where else to fucking go, but Dina will be Dina and she can always tell when something's off. "I dunno... you seem pissed." I look up from my textbook I was pretending to study from and gave her a glare. "Dina. I'm fine- jus' studying." I huff, holding my text book up to seem more convincing. "Where's Skyler?" I mentally flinch at her name. "Sh- she went out...with Olivia." Dina gave me a look, like she knew I was lying, and it pained her that I wasn't being honest. She hummed in response, looking back down at her phone, scrolling as we sat in silence.

I dragged out my visit for hours, not wanting to go back, but I knew if I asked to stay over, then Dina would definitely be on my case about it. "Shit! I'm tired." Dina yawns, laying back on her bed giving me a hint that I needed to leave or tell her what was wrong and I wasn't getting into that tonight. "Alright, I get it. I'm going now." I force a chuckle, packing up my schoolbooks and bend down to lace up my shoes. "Ellie." her tone was serious and naturally maternal, making me want to spit it all out. "What?" I stand, taking a deep breath that definitely came out like a bitchy huff. She watched me closely, like she could telepathically get me to tell her what happened. I sigh, turning towards the door and twisted the handle. "Goodnight, D." I leave her room, walking like I had a destination in mind.

I wandered the empty halls, stopping occasionally to look at my phone. I scrolled through my contacts and landed on Allie's name. Knowing she'd offer me her bed for the night, but not without a fight or her wanting sex. Normally I wouldn't hesitate to text her and already be on my way to her dorm even if she didn't respond, but I couldn't get myself to. "Fuck." I grumble, throwing my head back against the beige plastered walls. I mentally prepare myself to go back and face Skyler after my sudden departure.

Skylers POV After calming myself down after what felt like an eternity, I needed to talk to someone. I would've texted Dina, but I figured there was a good chance that's where Ellie disappeared to. I needed my best friend. Even if she didn't always feel like the best option, I needed her 'I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks' and 'fuck them. It's their loss' speeches. "Hey- can you come over? "I bite at my my nails, holding my breath and waiting to see if she'd open the text. "This is stupid! It's Friday night. She probably isn't even in her dorm." I let out a frustrated sigh, falling back into the bed. I lay there in silence, throwing myself a personalized pity party when the vibration of my phone made me sit up. "Why" Based on her short response.. she's still mad. "I'll tell you everything just pleaseee" The subtle whoosh sound effect of my message going through made me take a deep breath of relief, or maybe anxiety.

"I've told you from the beginning Skyler! She's bad news. That girl has issues and you don't deserve to dragged into that." Olivia was practically yelling at me, drilling the same concerns in my head over and over. "You don't get it liv... when she's good, she's really good and she makes me feel special." I defend myself in a frail voice. Liv rolled her eyes in annoyance before looking me in the eyes and taking my hand in hers. She took a deep breath, leaning in to ensure I was paying attention to what she was about to say. "Sky- she is toxic and she sounds emotionally abusive... just leading you on and then ditching you whenever she pleases? She's fucked. If she genuinely cares about you, she wouldn't just leave over something so stupid. You need to get over her, hook up with someone or switch rooms- fuck I don't know." She retracted her hand from mine, rubbing her index and thumb over the skin between her eyebrows. "I don't think I can." The words slipped past my tongue, causing her to give me a dumbfounded look. "Look- Liv. I like her... like really like her." I watched her face as she slowly comprehended my words, confusion contorting into shock. "Did you guys sleep together?" Olivia exasperates, jaw hung open in disbelief. I take a few shaky breaths, squeezing my eyes shut and gave a weak nod. "Since when did you like girls?" Liv questions. Her tone felt judgmental and slightly insensitive. "Uh... awhile. I guess..." "And you never told me?" She scoffed, looking away and shaking her head as her jaw clenched. "It just felt like it was never the right time.. I didn't want you to feel different about me. I- I don't know..." I cross my arms over my torso, shrinking my size to try to hide from confrontation. Truthfully, I didn't think it was a big deal at the time. I didn't expect her to get so mad about the fact I withheld this from her. I thought it was obvious the way I talk about girls. I guess she never picked up on that. I hear her take a deep breath, turning to look at me where I met her gaze. "I just wish you would've told me, that's all... but that doesn't matter right now, my point still stands. You need to get over her. Let's go out tomorrow night and find you someone... yeah?" She places a hand on my shoulder, dipping her head down to my face. "Yeah... okay." I nod, giving her a light smile. She hugs me, holding it longer than we have ever done in the entirety of our friendship before saying our goodbyes and leaving.

I toss in bed, thinking about Olivia's words. Sure, going out and scoring with some guy... or girl, might help me get over my feelings, or it would just confirm that no one can replace her. Both scenarios terrified me. I'm not one to sleep with someone out of spite, but I have a feeling Ellie would. What if she hooked up with that blonde girl tonight? I shake my head to clear these thoughts. The rattle of the door handle startled me, an immediate cold sweat taking over my body. I shut my eyes and lay still, pretending to be asleep to avoid any interactions. I hear her heavy footsteps travel across the room, but they were growing louder, more defined. I face the wall and remain frozen. I feel her presence over me. I clench my fist under the sheets and held my breath. Why? Why was she watching me? Did she want to apologize? I doubt it. I hear her retreat with a grunted huff of frustration. The springs of her mattress echoed throughout room for a few moments before silencing. My lungs release the breath I was concealing. I open my eyes to stare at the blank wall, barely visible in the dark that cast over the room. I wanted to call out to her, hear her voice, crawl into bed and hold onto her as she played with my hair. I buried my desires, knowing it was probably for the best, even though it hurt.

The morning was awkward, nothing less of ideal. I woke up before her, giving myself time to admire how beautiful and delicate she looked when she was asleep. The cut on her lip was healed over and formed a small vertical scar, eye lashes splayed over the tops of her cheeks as her lips were parted ever so slightly, but my tranquillity was long gone. We gave each other the silent treatment, avoiding the slightest possibility that one of us would break, and give in to talking first. It felt childish and stupid, but I felt like it was necessary. I don't know why she's still here, I mean... I figured she would've fucked off somewhere, leaving me to drown in my circulating thoughts. I pretended to be consumed in homework, texting Olivia back and forth about our plans for tonight. I feel her occasional glances my way, burning into me. I did the same, peeking when I thought it was safe. She was scribbling in that journal, writing something then scratching it out with her pen. "How's classes?" I jolt my head up from my textbook, obvious confusion on my face. "What?" I questioned, not comprehending what she said because I was taken aback from hearing her voice. "Classes? How are they?" She repeated her question, sounding annoyed that she had to repeat herself."Oh- they're fine." I shrug her off, looking back down at the waxy paper. "Fine.. mm." She muttered under her breath, a humorless chuckle followed. Her voice was still husky, course like gravel from waking up not long ago. I felt my heart rate quicken and my face grows warm. Anxiety and the need to keep hearing her talk was becoming too painful. I throw myself off my bed, picking up my phone and a few essentials before leaving the room. I said nothing to her. No explanation. The same she has done to me many times before.

"Where are we going tonight?" I ask Olivia who was observing herself in the mirror, plucking hairs that were out of place around her eyebrows. "Um... I think Becca said we're going to try a new place. Sphinx? Stixs? Who fucking knows... I just hope they play good music and make strong drinks." Olivia smoothed over her brow with a finger. Her usual peppy and optimistic tone was a much needed change. I was nervous to go out to new place, not knowing what kind of crowd to expect. I was also nervous if I was making the right decision. It could have been all one big misunderstanding, and it got blown way out of proportion, but if that was the case, why was she so obviously cold towards me?"Listen... we're going to look so hot and we're going to have so much fun. Just relax... please." Liv noticed my uneasy nerves, took a seat next to me, and held my hands to stop me from picking the dry skin around my cuticles. "I know..." I take a deep breath and exhale.

I spent all day in Olivia's room. I catch myself looking at my phone repeatedly, expecting a text or a phone call from Ellie, but it never came. "We should probably start getting ready. I want to get there around 11." Becca informed us in a tone that I can only describe as the typical mean girl voice. Bitchy and conceited. Olivia must have seen the look of fear in my eyes, immediately chiming in. "You can get ready here if you want. I have clothes you can wear." "No, it's okay. She's probably not even in the room."

I open the door, my eyes slowly scale the room, and to my luck.. I was so fucking wrong. She hasn't moved from the same position that I left her in, her back leaned up against the wall and knees propped up on the bed. I try my best to not acknowledge her as I throw my hair up out of my face and start to put on makeup. I try to steady my hand to put on mascara, taking a deep breath and try to ignore her presence. "Where are you going?" Ellie's voice cut into me like blades. She sounded like when we first met, cold and demeaning. "Out." I said, not bothering to look at her since I had a feeling I knew the look I'd be met with. "Out.." She mocked my response, a familiar low chuckle that told me she didn't find it funny. My skin began to boil and my stomach felt like it was in my chest. "Do you have a problem with that?" I stop what I was doing to meet her gaze, establishing some sort of dominance I was pretending to have. "Not at all, princess." She shrugged, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her lip. Her eyes told a different story, dark and narrowed like she wanted to say more. I go back to what I was doing, pretending to be unbothered by her unwanted pet name.

I shuffle through my drawers, picking out the most scandalous articles of clothing I own. A black mesh long sleeve top with lace bra underneath, paired with a sad excuse of a 'skirt' more like it was two discarded scraps of denim, short enough that my ass hung out the back. I paired it wish fishnets and chunky boots and called it. I turn my back to her to change, trying my best to move as swiftly as possible while not tripping over my own feet. I felt her eyes linger over every inch of my body, burning into my flesh, but I try my best to act like it didn't effect me. My phone lit up on the bed, I bend over to grab it without thinking about the view that I was giving Ellie. "R u ready? We're coming rn." I text Olivia back to confirm and I hear Ellie suck her teeth from behind, causing me to turn around. "What? Do you not approve?" I scoff, raising my brows, waiting for her smug ass response, but I quickly held my breath as she got up and started to walk towards me. I curse myself mentally for provoking her. I clench the hem of my skirt, straightening my posture as she stood before me, looking down at my face before trailing her eyes over the revealing fabric on my chest. Ellie's jaw visibly clenched, her eyes growing a darker shade of green. She takes a quick inhale, words on the tip of her tongue, but she stops herself, retreating back to her bed. I stood frozen in disbelief and fury, but the enthusiastic knock on the door saved me from this nightmare. I sling my purse over my shoulder, eager to reach the door handle, but I hesitate to open it, just for a split moment to hear Ellie say something to make me stay, but she doesn't.

I was handed a vodka seltzer immediately upon opening my door to greet them. Liv was her usual loud and happy self, unsure if she was just excited or already buzzed, but I didn't care. That exchange with Ellie that happened right before leaving put me in a whole different mindset. I wanted to get fucked up, and if I brought someone home tonight, that would just be a added bonus. Maybe I was going too far to sleep with someone else, but I felt I was justified by the fact we were never dating, plus who knows how many girls she slept with during the time that we started having sex.

We pull into what looks likes a stereotypical nightclub, a bright orange and pink neon sign that hung proudly on the brick building, people talking loudly in front of the entrance, smoking e-cigarettes with plastic cups in their hands. I get out of the car, pulling my skirt down as I felt Liv's hand around my arm. "Don't worry about being carded. I know the bouncer and I told him to not mark you as underage." She whispered into my ear and flashing me a smirk. I smile back to show my appreciation and we start to walk towards the front doors.

Wearing clothes that leave little to the imagination has its perks, first to be served at the bar and men offering to buy the three of us drinks. Olivia played them hard, leaning in with her signature smile as she acted interested in whatever they were saying. I roll my eyes at her, but couldn't help but laugh as I watch her do her magic. The three of us stick together, swaying our hips lightly to the music as we sip on our drinks and wait for them to kick in. My anxiety must have caused me to drink a little too fast, giggling and smiling at guys that joined our circle, not really sure what they were talking about. "What your name?" "What?!" I yell over the music at the guy in front of me. "What's your name?" He yelled back, leaning in and laughing, flashing a white set of straight teeth that almost looked fake. "Skyler. You?" "Dante." Her answers confidently, licking his lips and a smirk hinted in his tone. I smile at him, my cheeks burn from his attention.. or maybe it was just the alcohol. "I like your outfit, Skyler." He spoke in a low tone, his fingers dancing lightly down my arm and feathering over the bottom of my skirt. My heart starts to pound against my chest, and I wasn't disgusted by his obvious actions of trying to get with me. The alcohol definitely has taken full effect. "I like yours too." I speak sweetly to him, a pitch taking over my voice as I tug at the front of his bomber jacket.

The drinks and dancing continued, my body felt light and my head felt clear of whatever I was stressing about. Olivia's nods of approval and flashing me a thumbs up when she saw Dante behind me as I rocked my hips into him. He was attractive enough, tanned skin and nice hair. He was clean and well kempt, probably slightly egotistical but I don't care. I felt his fingers clutch around my hips, forcing me back into him even more.  "You're so sexy.." He breathed heavily into my neck as his hand wandered to the front, hiking my shirt up and gripping harshly at my inner thigh. My body was hot and my head spun. Not because I was swooned, but because I was flat out drunk, and I finally felt free, free of my worries and doubts that constantly held me back. I giggled at his words, placing my hand on top of his and interlacing our fingers.

The air of the club felt sticky, a slight haze clouded the room. My hair stuck to the nape of my neck and my body moved to the music with not much rhythm. Dante's hand movements became more explicit as the night went on. His hands gripping at my ass and grazing over the thin fabric of my underwear. My judgment became less and less reliable as the drinks kept coming. Normally I wouldn't allow a stranger to touch me the way he was, but I went with it for once since this was the plan all along for tonight. My mind flashes back to that club bathroom with her, causing me to slow my movements. The first time I hung out with Ellie properly and I gave my body away to her, to do whatever she pleased. Not because I felt like I had to or because I was just going along with it... but because I wanted her to. "Hey! we're about to go. You good?" Olivia appeared in front of me, her words slightly slurred. "Already?" I whined childishly, pouting my lips. "Girl- it's almost 4 in the morning! We have to go" she grabs my hands before making eye contact with Dante who was still behind me. "Do you want to bring him with?" I turn back to look at him, his eyes lit up at her suggestion. I grab his hand from behind before gesturing for Olivia to lead the way.

The conversations in the car on the way back felt unintelligible at the very least. Loud yelling and a slew of laughter over the smallest things between me and Olivia. Becca yelled at us from the driver's seat to quiet down, causing us to laugh harder. I sat in the back seat with Dante, pressed firming into his side as his hand rubbed my thigh, trailing upward and in. Olivia turned back to look at me from the passenger side, observing the two of us. "What about you know who?" Olivia bringing her up just made my need for revenge burn brighter. I put on an exaggerated thinking face, my moral compass nonexistent at this point. "We'll be quiet." I smugly say, causing Liv to reach her hand back and slap my leg. "You're such a slut! I taught you well."

We arrive back on campus and stumble towards the doors. Olivia and I using each other for balance as Becca leads the way, obviously over the two of us. We make it to a point where we have to split ways to get to our rooms, Olivia stopping me and leaning into my ear. "Do you wan' me t' come to your dorm with you, In case that bitch tries t' start anything?" Her words were barely coherent, a strong scent of liquor on her breath. "Psht- no. I'll be fine... thank you. I really needed this." I pat her head as we smile stupidly at each other before parting our ways.

As Dante and I reach my dorm I turn to him, taking a deep breath and trying to come off serious. "We have t' be quiet, understand." I shake my finger at him, causing him to laugh at my drunken state. "No. M' serious. She'll kick your ass." I point my thumb to the still closed door. "Okay- okay. I understand." He throws his hands up jokingly in defeat. I pull my keys out of my purse, using both hands to ensure ultimate quietness as I insert the key, turning it slowly and opening the door. The dark room flooded with the hallway light, just enough for me to make out her bed, sheets laying flat and empty. "Oh... she isn't here." My brows come together in confusion, the corner of my lips falling downwards into a frown, almost feeling disappointed. I grab him by his hand, leading him inside and sitting him down on the edge of my bed. I take off my shoes, almost tripping in the process of my drunken stupor and start to undress, mostly because I wanted to get out of the restricting clothes. "Are you sure? We don't have to-" I put my hands over his mouth, shushing him. "I want to-" I bend over, whispering into his ear as I pull away and pulled my shirt over my head. He reached up, feeling my bare sides and stomach before he cupped my breasts. I climb on top of him, holding the sides of his face. His arms wrapped tightly around my body, looking up at me and closed the gap between our lips. I felt nothing feeling his lips on mine, not like with Ellie. I deepen the kiss, feeling desperate to overwrite the memories of her. I feel nails dig into my back and his actions became more forceful. He stands, still holding onto me and laying me down on the bed as he climb on top and started unbuckling his jeans. I start to do the same, unbutton my skirt and shimming it down my legs. The alcohol in my system made my stomach felt like it was on fire, the throbbing between my legs started to feel painful. I start to pull down my tights, but he was growing impatient, shoving my hand away as he fists the fabric between my legs and rips it open. A moan escapes my lips and I quickly cover my mouth with the back of my hand. Dante brings his hands up to my bra, pulling it down so the straps hung off my shoulders, leaving my breasts exposed. He tugged at the harden peak, bringing his other hand down to his underwear and pulling out his cock. My breathing hitched as he eyed my body, adjusting himself between my legs, hovering over me using his forearm to hold himself steady. He traced the tip along my flaps, coating them in my slick. I try to hold back a whimper as he starts to enter me, but it slips past my lips. I turn my head towards the other side of the room, double checking to make sure Ellie still wasn't there. His grunts sounded like that of an animal as he picked up his pace. I close my eyes, fuzzy pictures of Ellie fills my head. I picture how she sounds in moments like this, soft breaths and how she focuses to make sure she was making me feel good. When Ellie fucks me, it's all for me. Everything she does it's too make me feel good, her pleasure coming second to her. She can be rough and sadistic, but at the same time always making sure I was reaching the ultimate high.

Ellie's POV  I gritted my teeth and held my tongue, seeing her leave, wanting to hold her down, touch her and remind her that no one else can make her feel like I can, but I stopped myself. I shouldn't have let her go. I wanted to say something to make her stay, but I was worried that it would come off demanding and jealous. I felt something change in me the past few days. I wanted to understand Skyler better, and I wanted to be better in return. Her obvious attempts to ignore me wasn't a great start. I could've apologized or at the very least, pretended it didn't happen, but seeing her trying to be petty towards me was amusing.

I was left alone, sitting on my bed. My mind immediately thinking of how she was dancing, how her body looked in motion in her little outfit. I think of the assholes who would try and touch her, and take advantage of her being a lightweight. "Fuck this." I throw myself forward, taking a few steps before swinging the door open, letting is slam behind me.

Somehow, I don't know why, I end up in Allie's room. I should've gone to Dina and explained the situation to her, hoping that she'd give me the advice that I didn't want to hear but desperately needed. "Seriously, why are you here?" Allie asked, taking a hit before handing me the rolled up substance. I shrug, dragging the smoke into my mouth, allowing it to fill my lungs. I hear her scoff, snatching the blunt out of my fingers."You're seriously the fucking worst. I don't know why I keep letting you do this." She shakes her head, visibly still hurt over our last encounter. "I dunno know either." Her words weren't registering, they were muffled and drowned out. I came here because I thought it was my only option as a last resort. Skyler went out tonight to get back at me, and I had to hurt her back. "Did you break up with your girlfriend? Is that why you're here?" She grinned, raising her eyebrows in a fake attempt to act surprised. "She's not my girlfriend." "Is that so." Allie was poking, trying to get a reaction and it was working. My blood ran hot, fists started to clench with every word that came out of her mouth. "Fuck off, Allie." I growled, taking a long drag in hopes it would calm me down. "Oh? Did I get it? Is Ellie having girl problems?? What a shock." Allie was using this as an excuse to let it all out tonight, being more of a bitch than usual and I can't say I blame her. "Alright- I'm leaving." I stand up, grabbing my phone and shoving it into my back pocket. I was just about to open her door when I feel her grab my arm. "Please don't..I'm sorry I'm just in a shitty mood. My boyfriend and I broke up yesterday." I stare at her unamused, waiting for her to say something that warranted me to stay. "I can make you forget about her." Her voice softened, pulling me back to the bed and sitting me down. She lifts her leg, kneeling it on one side of me before doing the same with the other. She reaches up, puts her arms over my shoulders, and leans in. Her lips felt thin compared to Skyler's, and her movements felt hollow and repetitive, but I reciprocated. Her body felt alien under my touch, unfamiliar and not want I was searching for. I break the kiss and retracted my touch. "What's wrong?" Allie asked, sounding worried. "I cant." "Yes you can." She pleas, bringing her hands up to hold my face, but I look away. She scoffed, lifting herself off of me. "Get out." She stood, hand on one hip while the other pointed to the door. "Al-""Stop. Get the fuck out and stop coming here. I'm serious, Ellie. I'm done." I stand, taking a few steps towards the door and reach for the handle. "You don't mean that." I snicker at her empty threats and eagerly leave her room. Going to see Allie was definitely a mistake. I thoughts she could get over her feelings and could be a friend to me again, but clearly she's too wrapped up in her own delusions.

I paced the halls for a little bit, killing time by going for a drive around the city, but that seemed to only make time tick by slower. I bit the bullet  and decided sleep was my best option.

I scuffle my feet along the linoleum floors, rubbing my eyes from the early hours of the morning before reaching my room. I insert the key, stopping midway through turning it when I hear noise on the other side. I pressed my ear up to the wooden frame, trying to lock in the sound. Creaking, muffed sounds of something I couldn't comprehend at first. My eyes go wide at the realization... it was Skylers voice, moaning and crying out. I turn the key with haste, swinging the door wide open.