Olivia thought that breaking up with someone meant cutting all ties.
But she is soon proved wrong when her ex forces himself back into her life.
Their past looms over them, threatening any chance of reconciliation.
Despite knowing she should stay a...
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My eyes were glued to the most recent text James sent me. It had been over a week since the incident, and he hadn't even tried to reach out. I knew he was taking the test on the eighteenth, and the urge to reach out to him was overwhelming. I was surprised he texted me at all, even though he had known his grade for quite awhile before he told me.
I hated myself so much for how I had treated him. Locked in the bathroom, telling him to act like we were strangers. I had been too much of a coward to face him, partly because I knew if I did I'd fold so quickly. In class he scooted his chair as fair away from mine for the first few classes, and then he boldly asked Mrs. Fletcher to switch his seat.
I deserved it I knew I did. I currently was in the girls bathroom, running cold water over my hands to try to think about anything else. I stiffened when I heard the door open and saw a girl walk in. I completely stilled when I realized who it was.
"Sam?"
The girl looked at me, "Ollie?"
I had forgotten the name she used to call me. The name I now despised because of the way she tainted it. She stared at me for a minute before going in a stall. Anger was building in me, desire to know why she slept with James killing me.
"Why'd you do it?" I asked.
Silence greeted me. I could hear her rustling around in the stall so I waited.
"Do what?"
I took a deep breath, "Why did you sleep with James?"
She had done it when we were still friends, when I still loved her like a sister. I had known she texted him and snapped him after we broke up, but this was a whole other level.
The toilet flushed and she unlocked the stall. She stood next to me, washing her hands slowly.
She glanced at me, "Ya know about that?"
I nodded, not quite trusting my tongue.
She let go of a big sigh, "It wasn't my best moment, okay? I was always a little jealous of the attention he gave you. So we were at the same party, coincidentally, and he was hella drunk. Like couldn't form sentences drunk."
She cast her eyes down, her face bright red in embarrassment.
"You raped him?"
She quickly looks back at me, "Okay, I wouldn't say it was that bad. I also was drunk. We just ended up in a room together and fucked. It was fucking embarrassing when he passed out in the middle of it, although how long it took him to even get the slightest bit of a boner may have been worse."
I didn't even know how to respond to that. That was rape if he never gave consent. I looked at the girl in front of me with disgust. How had I ever thought this girl was my friend?
Without another word I left the bathroom, reeling in what I had just learned. This changed everything.
