"He ended it with you?" Johanna gasped, gaping at me.
No matter how many times I said it, it didn't seem true, either. I couldn't comprehend what was going on. Tonight had been so much of a blur and he'd spilled his most imperative secret but he was still hiding some stuff so what was I meant to do? I have to back off now but I can't. I have to know more about him. I have to uncover the truth.
Is this what it feels like when you lose someone you love? The aching in your stomach that feels like it's churning and you want to throw up but you can't because there's nothing to throw up because you feel so empty anyway. How long does this feeling loiter for? I can't endure this.
"Yeah," I breathed, rubbing my face with my hands. "But he told me why he was going to the warehouse."
Johanna was silent.
"He's searching for his parents," I explained, wiping my face with my hands again and leaning back against the wall. "Well, he's found them. They're actually criminals but he knows their real names. But he's also searching for their accomplices. He said when he was in a profound low, he found these guys that could help track down people for him." I drew in a shaky breath.
"God, he's such an asshole," said Johanna. "Jerk. Asshole-"
"I get it," I interjected. "That's why I'm doing the project on Jason again. I'm going to expose him properly."
Johanna, surprisingly, looked irresolute and hesitant for once.
"You were the one who told me to do it on him in the first place," I reminded her. "And now, I have some of the truth. I can easily get the rest out of him. It won't take much. I'm several steps closer to finding out who he really is."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked softly, commencing to put away her papers and notepad. "If you're going for revenge, don't you think it would be better not to display it to everyone? He made a decision not to tell you originally what he was up to, don't you think he would therefore rather you keep quiet about the whole thing?" She sat back on her bed, getting under the covers, already dressed in her pyjamas.
"You said it yourself, he's an asshole," I protested, narrowing my eyes and glowering at her, scoffing.
"I know I did," she replied, "which is why you should reconsider. Sleep on it, at least."
Grumbling, I turned the bathroom light off and got back into bed, already in my pyjamas, too considering it was quite late. I had to wait a little for Johanna to come back to the room so that caused a delay after I got back.
The dog chain was on my side table in the box. I had no idea what to do with it. Jason gave it to me, but did he honestly expect me to wear it now that he's broken up with me. I know that we were only together for little over a month, but it was a good time. Even Bubbles was still in Jason's room.
I laid back and closed my eyes, concealing myself under the duvet in the darkness as Johanna's breathing began to steady and I knew she was falling asleep quickly. I don't blame her. She'd been doing that a lot recently because of the amount of work she was doing in the evenings and at night right before bed. It would be enough to fatigue anyone.
The next morning, I decided to go to the library and do a little bit more on the project, positioning myself away from the majority of people but considering it was the half-term break in February, not many people wanted to come to the library anyway so it was nearly barren, especially with it being in the morning. I felt fortunate.
I was beginning to write up the report, having a first draft already so I could see where I could improve and what I would need to do for the final draft. People were whisking books past me, leaving behind a draught to provoke me to shiver whilst I continued writing, trying to disguise whatever I was working on.
However, my presence was more known than I apprehended. Many people were ambling past me slower than normal and staring at me whenever I looked up. Henceforward, they instantaneously diverted their attention somewhere else.
I turned around, a part of me hoping it would be Jason – so therefore, I spread out my arms and tried to hide what I was writing – until I realised it was Scott who was standing behind me. I shuffled all the papers together, putting the notepad on top so he couldn't fathom out what I was doing.
"Hey," I said.
Scott sat down next to me. "I heard about you and Jason. That was quite abrupt, don't you think?"
"Jason has always been a man of mystery," I joked, feigning a smile on my face until it trembled and vanished.
"You got that right."
A pause settled between us and I bowed my head, not being able to bear looking at him. Scott coughed awkwardly and when I looked up, he was already smiling at me. I politely smiled back.
"If you want to talk about anything, you know you can talk to me. Even though we didn't have the best track record."
I nodded. "Thanks, Scott. I really appreciate that." I looked down to the project on the table. "I have to get back to my room now, anyway because I'm getting a little hungry. I didn't eat much this morning for breakfast. I'll see you later."
"Bye then." His tone didn't mask the surprise.
Assembling all of my stuff quickly, I chucked it sloppily into my bag and smiled one final time at Scott before departing out of the library and rushing upstairs to my room. Many of the spectators on the stairs didn't bother to be more subtle about their alien stares. I rejected them and kept my eyes on anything else apart from other students. Mercifully, I didn't see Jason anywhere on my travels.
When I got back to my room, a teddy was situated on the floor, right in front of the door. I bent down, crouching as I picked up the teddy and instantly recognised it as Bubbles. There was a note, too attached to the front.
Thought you would rather have Bubbles than I
I scrunched the note up in my fist and discarded it in the bathroom bin as soon as I got into the room. I put Bubbles on my bed in the corner and sat down, my back towards it. It was only a matter of seconds before I turned around to stare at the teddy again before I cursed myself for being feeble and turned away from it.
No, Jason. I don't want another reminder of you. You're torturing me.
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The Psychology ProjectRomance
"Love changes how you act." Tiegan Smith, originally from England, travels miles just to go to a college in a small town of Georgia for their unimpeachable athletic program. On the side, she takes a psychology class which she hopes would be useful i...