𝟎𝟎𝟒. 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉

𝟎𝟎𝟒. 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉

💌 𝖿𝗋𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗀𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗏

the party was an blast and everyone had a good time, but the aftermath was draining which lead me and azzi cleaning up the messy house.

"who was that girl, she's really pretty?", azzi asked with an smirk as she threw the red solo cups into the black trash bag.

i hid back my smile as i cleared my throat, "her name is sydney", i reply closing up the liquor bottles and putting them into the locked cabinet.

azzi hummed pausing her moments as she looked at me, "you like her". i let out an puff and waved her off, "no we're just friends azzi", i say telling an bull face lie. "yeah but you like her", azzi went on.

i rolled my eyes, "nope", i pop the p and continued to clean. "why are you always so afraid to admit your feelings p, it's okay to have feelings ya know", she say and I groan because we always have this conversation.

"okay fine I'll drop it".

"thank you", i smile.

"but who was the friend she seems fun?", azzi ask and i snap my head around with an smirk. "oh that's crazy", i laugh and azzi rolls her eyes. "what im just wondering", she pleads her case but I continue to laugh.

"eden", i say as my laugh dies down. "but you got some comp with KK, I fear", i point to KK whom laid knocked out on the couch knowing tomorrow morning that hangover was going to hit her hard.

syd and i had an good time at the party after brandon left we talked a lot about a lot of stuff most of it being random but it felt good to just sit and talk with somebody but the whole night i could tell she was still tensed about the situation and I tried my best to calm her down.

eventually she warmed with a little more alcohol in her system and it was like another version of her or maybe the sydney she actually wanted to be. she was so carefree, funny and social and overall having an good time.

i didn't know much about her but i could tell it's been an while since she's been like this or the fact that her drunk best friend told it's been a while since.

i hope to see her again but i knew she needed time and space to focus on the whole shitty brandon thing and me being in the way after standing up towards him wouldn't help her at all.

💌 𝖿𝗋𝗆 𝗌𝗒𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗏

"you like an butterfly syd, it was like the syd i met freshman year", eden smiled at me as she kept reminiscing about last night.

i only smiled at the comment a little guilt washing over me knowing that i've changed over the years and its sad to say not for the better.

i've became so shut out and close mainly because brandon liked me better when I didn't talk and just listened to what he say or the fact that he mentally drained me.

now that he wasn't a problem, i kind of felt lost in a sorta way like i didn't know who i was because for the last 3 years ive been the girl he wanted me to be.

yes, i know ill still have to talk him and my parents about the whole thing but I knew I couldn't go back to him because I couldn't be that girl he wanted to be after last night.

"i like that paige girl", eden said snapping me out my trance. "she's pretty, tall, nice and she seems to like you a lot", eden nudged my shoulder and playfully rolled my eyes. "don't even go there eden, we've already established that we're just friends".

eden nods opening the pantry taking out an box of cereal, "yeah for now but i can feel it in my bones syd", she poured the milk into her bowl first and then her cereal making me grimace.

"you make me sick when you make your cereal like that e", i say and she laughs. "milk goes first even mr. president Obama said it", she took an bite of her cereal and i rolled my eyes.

"and he's loud and wrong", i comment and she shrugs. "either way you eat it the same way", she rests her case. "and it all ends up in our belly", she took another slurp and i shook my head.

there was an silence before an smile came upon my face, "what's that smile for?", eden asked and i let out an giggle of joy. "that party was pretty fun", i admit and she giggles before coming towards me giving me an warm hug. "love ya syd bug", she placed an kiss onto my forehead.

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he sat across from me with his head stuck in his phone most likely scrolling on his instagram feed liking instagram model posts but for once i could care less.

"Brandon", i spoke up pushing my thick curls behind my ear and looking up at him. "we need to talk and I have an class in a hour so it would be nice if you got off your phone and listened to me for once", i spat harshly catching his attention.

he scoffed turning off his phone and placing it onto the table, "I've done enough by coming to this stupid coffee shop... why couldn't we do this at your apartment?", he asks and i only shake my head in disagreement.

having this conversation at my apartment wasn't appropriate mainly because eden was out and who knows how he'll react to the information so the coffee shop was the safest place or any place surround with people.

"because i needed coffee", i lie hoping he didn't see my bluff or the fact that he slightly scares me an bit that I couldn't feel safe enough in my own apartment.

he rolls his eyes, "go ahead then", he spat and i mentally wanted to jump across this table and pull his eyes out of his sockets.

i cleared my throat after taking an sip of my coffee, "we can't be a thing anymore... i can't do this anymore", i wasn't going to sugar coat because I've done more than enough of that through out our relationship.

he laughs in my face before pushing back his greasy hair and looking me dead in the face with an playfully smile, "you're joking right?", he says pointing at me.

i bite the inside of my cheek before shaking my head, "no... no im not joking brandon.", i look up meeting eyes with him in anger.

"you're draining, time consuming and fucking annoying. i know i don't deserve a lot but i know i don't deserve this shit... so no im not joking". i felt good to get that off my chest and finally speak up for myself.

he only clenches his jaw and nods, "what does your parent think about this huh? you know they'll never love you unless you're with me", he whispered harshly looking around the cafe.

i shrug, "who cares", i say with an bitter tone. "if they can't love me with you then im sure I'll find someone who will...", i smile at him before placing an 20 on the table and grabbing my things leaving him dumbfounded.

of course, i cared about my parents and if they loved me or not but that's something ill know and something for brandon to ponder about.

💌

𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟢𝟦，

𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉