I felt my stomach sink as I watched the boy I loved so deeply that it destroyed me, lean in for another kiss.
I froze, I couldn't even move an inch of my body. I was in shock, like I was frozen in a moment I was afraid I'd be trapped in forever.
I felt tears threatening to break through the barrier that I so desperately wanted to keep standing. Before I could think, I found myself rushing into the building, searching for an escape.
By now, my eyes had flooded with the tears I had no chance holding back. Inside the building there were a few people, immediately looking my way once they saw the state I was in.
The judgmental stares caused my body to panic even more, and I rushed down a random hallway until I found an unoccupied room- the bathroom.
I didn't even bother locking the door, I just shut it and immediately collapsed to the floor. Sobs escaped my body, as the image of Cameron kissing that girl resurrected in my mind.
It was almost an unbearable feeling, like my entire body had crumbled and had no way of being put back together.
I wasn't ready. It's too soon for me to see Cameron at all, let alone watch him make out with someone who isn't me. I wish I never came to this stupid concert.
As regretful thoughts swirled through my mind, the door knob suddenly twisted and swung open, revealing a brown haired stranger intruding on my personal break-down.
"Occupied!" I yelled abruptly, stopping my sobs in embarrassment.
He slammed the door, standing on the other side. "I'm so sorry, the door wasn't locked and I just assumed- wait, are you crying?" The stranger rambled through the door, a sudden concern laced through his words.
"No," I sniffled, wiping my nose on the sleeve of my flannel. "Now go away."
"Are you sure? I know that you're lying, I can hear it in your voice. Look, if you want someone to stay I'd be happy to. I'm really good at lis-"
"Go away!" I yelled once more, more sobs escaping my mouth.
There was a silence behind the door, and I assumed he took the message. When I didn't hear a reply, I broke down once more. It felt like this night was endless, and all I wanted was to leave.
Once my tears were settled, I pulled myself up off the floor and looked into the mirror. Surprisingly, my makeup was still almost intact. A bit of mascara had smudged beneath my eyes, but I took some wet toilet paper and wiped it away easily. I took a moment to regain my composure before opening the door.
As I opened the door, the same stranger from before fell with it.
I was taken aback, before anger flushed through me. "What the fuck are you doing? Were you just standing out here, listening to me cry?"
The man stands himself up, embarrassment strew across his face. "Well, I- look, I'm sorry! I just knew that you were sad and I didn't want to leave you alone-"
"Stop," I interrupt abruptly. "Why didn't you leave? I told you to leave."
"I know, it just felt wrong to leave you. I thought maybe you'd eventually want someone to talk to?"
"I already said no." I said, lacking emotion. "Why do you care anyways? I don't even know you."
"I don't know, it just felt wrong to, you know, leave..." he trailed off, sensing my lack of understanding. "Okay, I know I already said that, but that's really all it is. I'm sorry! we can drop this if you want. I mean, I have to use the bathroom anyways." He points his thumb towards the open bathroom.
I roll my eyes, saying nothing in return. I walk away, leaving the nosey stranger to himself.
I make my way towards the sliding door I had entered the house from, and peer out into the yard that was now a bunch of people mingling, and a concert that had come to an end.
It only takes me a second before I spot the familiar blonde making conversation with her equally bleach-blonde boyfriend. I quickly make my way over towards her, and she can immediately tell that something is wrong.
"Hey, Liv, what's the ma-"
"We need to go, now." I say, holding eye contact with her.
"Are you okay? What's going on-"
"I don't want to talk about it, Em." I choke out, tears threatening to escape again.
She nods understanding, facing towards her dark-skinned boyfriend. "We're gonna head out, but I'll see you back at home."
I pause for a moment, hoping her words didn't mean what I thought. "You invited Christian over?"
"Yeah, I thought it was okay since he comes over all the time." She admitted shyly. "I also invited the rest of the group, plus two more friends.
I turn away from her in disbelief.
"Are you serious? Why would you do that." I asked, anger laced in my tone.
"Because I thought it would be fun," she defended. "Plus, it looked like you were having a good time so I thought maybe a little after-party wouldn't be too much."
I shook my head, not knowing what to say. "Whatever, just take me home please."
She nods, not saying anything in response.
Our car ride home was filled with tense silence, because neither of us knew what to say. When we arrived home, I immediately went to my bedroom and locked the door.
I just wanted this night to end. I wanted to fall asleep and never wake up, to never have to relive the events of this night again.
Every ounce of happiness I had felt tonight was instantly demolished by what happened with Cameron. I was deflected from ever wanting to leave the house again.
It wasn't long before I heard the front door open, and a couple male voices following after.
I stayed in my room for at least the first hour, before my stomach signaled me that I needed to eat. I sigh, knowing this meant I had to face the group out in my living room.
I open the door slightly, peeking down the hallway. The lights were off, and I could see that the TV was lit up, which meant they were watching a movie.
This felt like a perfect time to sneak out without being noticed, so I quietly tip-toed towards the kitchen, successfully not catching anyone's attention.
I quietly grabbed all of the ingredients for a sandwich, opening the fridge to grab one last condiment. When I closed it, a figure stood next to me and it startled me, but not enough to make a sound.
"What the hell are you doing? Who are you?" I whisper, squinting my eyes to try and make out the stranger's face. He wasn't familiar to me, so I wasn't successful.
"I came to grab a drink from the fridge, and saw it was open. I didn't mean to scare you." He admits.
"Oh, okay." I say, moving out of the way. The voice sounds familiar, and for a moment I can't quite remember why, until I turn around and get a glimpse of his face that was slightly illuminated from the fridge lighting.
