Song Recommendations:·
Potential Breakup Song- Aly and AJ (disneyyy bixchess)·
Blame it (On the Alcohol) (because why not)
Song Featured:·
Ain't it fun- Paramore
It took me a while to actually realize what had just happened, and when I did I rushed to the bathroom to cry a little more without people noticing and quietly judging me in their heads. Gram and I are broken up.
What?
To completely describe how I'm feeling right now is probably the hardest thing you could ever ask me to do. Because I don't even completely know how I feel, and I don't think there are even words to describe it.
You know when your friends or someone you know is dealing with a heartbreak and you see them crying all the time. Or they just are not up for anything, so you think that they are overreacting?
They aren't.
When people say "my heart is split in half" or anything like that, it actually feels that way. Because that one person who made your heart a whole is now gone, because they don't want to anymore. They want to make other peoples' hearts whole, or let somebody else make their heart a whole, and it won't be yours.So, there's nothing else to have but a broken heart, a shattered, ripped, shredded, heart that can probably never be replaced. Yeah, you'll find another heart, but it won't be as special, or exactly like the one that is now dead.One that isn't beating anymore.
And if you get your heartbroken there's that one question that won't escape your mind: why?
Why was I never good enough for this person?
Why does this person not love me anymore?
Why does he have to hurt me, break me?
WHY?
That one question eats you alive, until you don't have anything left.
So, I gave myself ten minutes in the bathroom alone sitting on their freezing cold ass tiled flooring, crying into my hands. Yes, I had to yell at a few people who wanted to use the restroom to leave me alone. Yes, I did get called a few names. But no, it doesn't hurt as much.
Nothing could hurt as much.
And when I finally stood up, and looked myself into the mirror, that question swirled up inside my head. I looked dead. My face turned pale, lips chapped. I had mascara and eyeliner all over my eyes, and some on my cheeks from wiping my eyes. My hair was overly frizzy, and my eyes were bloodshot. But I didn't give two shits to fix anything.
I unlocked the door, turned the knob slowly, swung the door open and walked out.
I couldn't quite recognize the song that was playing; probably another one from the radio. The house was packed, a lot more people had shown up and seeing them look so happy, dancing around made me want to puke.
Once I reached the bottom floor, I made my way towards the door. There was no way in hell I was staying, he told me himself he wanted me gone.
That he doesn't want me here.
As I squeezed my way through sweaty teenage boys that reek of alcohol, I placed my hand on the doorknob. Taking one last breath, I turned it slowly.
"Rosalie?" I heard someone shout through the crowd and my stomach dropped.
Shit, no. I turned around and found Zoe trying to make her way to me.
But as doing so, someone quickly slapped her ass, causing her to giggle unncontrolobly, her cheeks filling with color.
"There you are! I was looking for-" She stopped in her tracks as she examined my face.
So I really do look bad? Do you think she will notice? Please be wasted, please be wasted.
"What happened to you?" She asked, as her eyebrows furrowed and her facial expression turned more serious.
"Nothing, I just want to go home."
"Rosalie, tell me what's wrong." I didn't have a chance to reply before she spoke up. "Did things not go so well with you and Gram?"
I took a deep breath to try and control my tears, and was proud of myself for not letting them spill.
"I'll just call you later, I'm-"
"No, Rosie, you can't leave!" She whined.
"Zoe-"
"Why don't you have a drink?" I paused, while considering her question.
I don't normally drink, it's usually only on my birthday. And when it isn't it's usually just a couple sips of beer. Nothing to get me drunk.
Buuuuuut, I feel like complete shit right now.
A drink would do me good.
"Fine, one drink," I answered, and she smiled as she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the crowd. We stopped right in front of people I actually know: Ethan, Bishop, a girl from Chemistry (Jenny, is it?), and, Poppy?
Well, shit.
Zoe, grabbed a random red Solo cup that was placed on the counter, and before I could object, she filled it up (to the top) with beer. Ethan's eyes grew wide, as he saw what Zoe was doing, and once he noticed me his eyes grew wider.
Great, first time I see Ethan in days and it's when I look like this. I placed my hand on my hair to flatten it out, and gently combed my hair with my fingers, trying to make it look a tad better. As for Poppy, he wouldn't even make eye contact with me, he was just starring at what Zoe was doing, eyes following the beer rise in the cup.
Great, he's still pissed. Add another one to my list.
"Drink up," she said, as she lifted the plastic cup. Causing some of the beer to slip out and fall onto her fingers. "Ah, shit." She cursed under her breath.
"Uh, thanks." I said, hesitantly taking the cup into my own hands.
They all looked at me, waiting for me to drink, probably to see if I would actually do it. And when I brought the drink to my lips, Zoe grabbed another cup and started to pour herself one too.
I slowly took a sip, and embraced the bitter taste. I swooshed it around in my mouth for my taste buds to get used to it, and swallowed. One I was done taking my first sip, I realized Zoe and Poppy had vanished off somewhere.I took a few other sips, at a time. And before I knew it I was chugging it down.
"Whoa, take it easy." Ethan said, trying to take the plastic cup from my grasp, as I finished the cup. I set it down on the kitchen counter and shook my head from the rush.
"Someone's had a rough night." He said, as I poured more beer into the cup.
"Rough, is an understatement," once the cup was filled, I brought the cup back up to my lips and started gulping it down. I know this won't change anything, and it won't take the pain away, but it will for now.
"Does this have something to do with Gram?" I brought the cup down from my lips and looked at him for a few moments, unsure on how to answer. Yes, it does have something to do with Gram. But no, I will not admit it. And how the fuck does he know?
"Zoe told me." He read my thoughts. Wait, why... OH yeah, you live together...I brought the cup back up to my lips and drank all the liquid that was inside.
Ten minutes later I found my brain numb, and everybody's voices annoying as fuck.
"Woo!" I yelled, bringing my hands up in the air, and climbing onto the coffee table. Everybody did the same, bringing the hands (holding beer) and cheering back loudly.An unkown song came on the radio, and some people sang along.I found myself startled as a body grew closer to mine, having its body grinding against mine.
I swayed my hips to the music as he brought his hand on my waist guiding me through the rhythm. I swayed my hands up in the air and took another swing at my drink, laughing uncontrollably for no apparent reason.I soon sang along to the very predictable song that was playing, yelling it at the top of my lungs.
"Ain't it fun, living in the real world! Ain't it good, being on your own!"I turned my head and found a stranger behind me, smiling and making sure to wink at me. I winked back as I pushed my body harder against his, swaying my hips.I noticed a few eyes on me, as well as people asking who I was, or shouting out my name urging me on. But one pair of eyes in particular made contact with mine.
It was Ethan's.
His mouth was open, his eyes wide, as he stared at me looked utterly shocked."Don't go crying to your Momma, 'cause you're on your own, in the real world!" I said, pounding my hand up in the air and jumping up and down to the music.
The people in the crowd sang along."Don't go crying, to your Momma, 'cause you're on your own, in the real world!"I don't know what made me act this way.
Nope, yes I do, it's diffidently the alcohol.
It's making me do things I would never consider doing. Grinding against someone? Especially a stranger? Getting drunk on a Friday night? Standing on a coffee table that looks at least $700... no, Rosalie don't worry about the damn coffee table.
The stranger behind me dug his head into my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. I let my head fall back as my mouth flew open.I will let him do it, I will let him do it. Rosalie, let him do it. This is normal.
I did it.
I let him, and when he was finished a certain spot on my neck stung and I welcomed it.
"Fuck you, Gram!" I yelled, as I brought my red Solo cup in the air.
Everyone cheered and yelled out the names of their exes as well.I saw how Ethan's shoulders relaxed, and he brought his hand up to the back of his neck to scratch.
Shit, he was attractive.I slowly got off the coffee table, as I made my way over to him. The song ended and when I arrived to the group I realized not only Ethan was there, but so was Zoe and Poppy and Bishop, all eyeing me like I was a two-headed freak.
"Rosalie, what are you-"
And before he could do anything I kissed him.
I kissed Ethan.
I closed my eyes, brought my hands up to his face and connected our lips.
I did it without even thinking.
He didn't kiss me back, I bet he didn't even know what to it happened so fast.
I stepped back from the kiss and smiled at him.
All eyes were on me (Zoe, Bishop, and Poppy) as Ethan was just staring back at my lips for a while until he looked at my eyes again.
"Whoa," I said, as I released him, and when I did I started laughing. I don't know why, something was just funny.
It was funny how my now ex boyfriend cheated on me with my ex best friend
It was funny how I got fired
It was funny how he doesn't love me anymore
It was all just funny.
And it shouldn't be, it should be sad, and miserable, that he doesn't love me.
He doesn't love me.
The room was spinning, I heard all these different voices at once, it was nauseating.
My body was getting heavier.
And before I knew it, everything just went dark.
Hey guys! SOOOOOO yes Rosie got DRUNKKK
And a LOT of answers about this chapter will be answered soon.
AND OHMYGOD GUYS GUESS WHAT NEW POV NEXT CHAPTER
NEW POV
NEW POV
NEW POV
YAYAY
Whose POV do you think it will be?