I glanced at Milan's side of the room, the bitch was still missing. Good, I needed an empty room. I flopped down on my bed and checked my socials.
"No!" I shrieked in embarrassment, I sat up and held the screen close to my face, watching the ten second video replay. There I was the highlight of the LAU shaderoom. My face was on the very top of my timeline and the video had over five hundred views. That wasn't so bad right? It was just five hundred people. I tried my best to convince myself but even I saw how pathetic I looked. Dior splashed, the drink all over me showing no signs of regret nor sympathy. What did I do? Oh I just stood there and allowed it to happen.
It gets worse, there were memes too. People were actually finding the situation hilarious. My misery and embarrassment was actually amusing to them.
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Had I said my usual snarky remark in that very moment I would have felt a bit better but cut me some slack, there was alcohol in my eyes and I was clueless to what was going on. Then again, I could have swung at her blindly. I'm sure half the school population thought of me as a pushover.
My alarm went off signaling my next class and the end of my tantrum. How was I supposed to juggle classes and mental breakdowns all in one? I took a quick shower to calm myself and got dressed. Yes, I was embarrassed but I wasn't going out sad. Rumor has it I had asked her out and couldn't take no for an answer. As if people would really believe that bullshit.
I adjusted my hair in the mirror, fluffing and picking it out to hide my face. Good, now they won't notice me. Soon as I stepped out of the elevator, the nightmare began. People really had no shame, it was obvious that they were talking about me and I was doing everything that I could to hold it in and not cause a scene. All hail Queen Dior, what the heck was I missing, why was she that important that no one thought what she did was messed up in the slightest.
I sat in the back of my Psychology class- a class that I already knew I would probably be failing. A music major sitting in a class she had no interest in was destined to fail.
"Hey, are you ok?" The girl in front of me turned around, tilting her head to the side.
"You're showing all the signs of depression." She glanced down in her textbook.
Was she psycho analyzing me?
"Sorry! I'm not trying to be rude, I'm really just trying to make a friend here." She rambled on.
I shook my head at her, "Its fine, I'm fine."
She got up and ran around to sit beside me. Was everyone at this school invasive?
"I'm Ariana you're, Sayir I'm sorry it's weird that I know that but I saw the video."
I groaned embarrassed hiding my face with my notebook. I knew more people would eventually see it but I thought I could go unnoticed until it all died down but that seemed to be impossible.
