Juliet's POV
two hours into the party
I have no idea what's going on. I lost Hayes in the sea of people.
"Hayes!" I called his name.
That's when I bumped into Melanie.
That bitch. She was one of Hayes's ex-girlfriends, and she's been making fun of me for no apparent reason.
"Juliet! I haven't seen you since I went to boarding school!" She hugged me.
I almost gagged at all the perfume she was wearing.
"I haven't seen you either." Thank god.
"Here have a drink." She have me a paper cup with cherry scented liquid.
"It's cherry soda." She smiled.
I accepted the soda and drank it.
"Hey have you seen Hayes?" I asked.
"Yeah, he's over there." She pointed at a big group of people sitting in a circle.
Some girl was on his lap, kissing his cheek.
Tears were building up in my eyes.
"Looks like Hayes found someone else." Melanie said a little too loudly.
All eyes were on me, including Hayes's big blue ones.
"He wasn't mine in the first place." I spat and I ran out of the house.
"Juliet wait!" Hayes ran out behind me.
I just kept running. I don't know where I was going, but I ran until my legs hurt.
•••
Hayes's POV
I screwed up.
I screw everything up.
"Hayes." Melanie smiled as she rests her hands on my shoulders.
"Just get away from me." I pushed her aside.
"Hayes! You don't even care about her! She doesn't belong with you!" Melanie cried out.
"NO! I DO CARE ABOUT HER! I CARE ABOUT HER MORE THAN I CARE ABOUT YOU. And I don't care if she doesn't belong with me because I'm already in love with her." I confessed.
The room went silent.
"You love her?" Melanie said.
"Yeah, and I don't care if the whole fucking world knows." I said.
I turned and ran up the stairs.
I went in my room and slammed the door behind me.
I couldn't stop the tears from running down my cheeks.
I lied down on my bed and kept on crying.
•••
Juliet's POV
I ran all the way back to my apartment.
I sat on my bed and didn't stop the tears from coming.
I grabbed my phone and see if Hayes contacted me.
Turns out, I had 5 missed calls and 20 missed texts.
They were all about him apologize.
I won't let him do this. He can't just screw up, and expect me to forgive him. I don't think so.
So, I called Aaron.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Aaron?" My voice cracked.
