Jessica

Bumping into Andy was the last thing I had wanted to happen. After dashing into my room with a few tears still gracing my eyes, I heard Diana threaten him. His heavy footsteps were out of our hallway in a few seconds and I heard Diana's lighter tread come over and knock on my door. Taylor was out at a campus party from which I had just returned, and the room was dark thanks to my hesitance to meet the bright lights. I didn't see a need for them, the dark was comforting sometimes.

'Jess, open up!' I heard her whisper forcefully. She was trying her best to stay quiet and not wake up the rest of the hall, or even the building. 'What did Andy do?'

'Andy's done nothing,' I replied, opening the door and allowing her in. She flipped the light switch before plopping onto my bed and moving over to make room for me next to her. I sat down cross-legged, ignoring her hair dripping onto my yet to be occupied sleeping space.

'Wait, what?' Diana cut me off, wrapping an arm around me. She pointed to a few stray tears still taking their sweet time in sliding down my face. 'Why the tears, then?'

'I'm a fucking emotional drunk.' I said, sniffing and wiping them away roughly.

'What about him breaking up with you?'

'It was inevitable.' I said slowly, hoping she would accept my half-true answer.

'Add onto that.'

'It hurt, I guess. I don't feel used, much, because he had no clue his former girlfriend would waltz back and straight into his arms.'

'He could have rejected her.' Diana said stubbornly.

'No, he couldn't have. They exchanged "promise rings", apparently.' I stuck my tongue out to the side, indicating that that was utter bullshit. Andy was faithful, even in the month of knowing him I had seen that; it was clear as day. If he had been given a promise ring, he would have treasured it and denied all future feelings he may have had.

'I don't like her, and I don't even know her.' Diana decided, hugging me closer.

'She's done nothing wrong.'

Diana rolled her eyes, sighing. 'Anyway, why are you crying?'

'I told you - I'm an emotional drunk. Last time I flew into a rage, remember? I'm surprised I remember that time, actually.' I had broken a vase at my parent's house and somehow bruised my whole left leg. Word around school was that I had been running, where, no one knows, and slammed into the bench. Arms flailing, I had brought down a vase with me and then flown off the handle at my actions, snapping at anybody and everybody, demanding drinks. It was no surprise to me that hot, fat tears were rolling down my cheeks. It was slightly embarrassing, as well as annoying - especially when the questions continued to flow from someone's mouth.
Diana looked at me skeptically, before simply shrugging it off inside her mind. She knew that I was either telling the truth, or lying and would tell her when I was ready.

'I don't remember it, but okay.'

'You better go back to your dorm room, yeah?' I said, pulling out of her hold and stepping over to the door. 'It's late, and I don't mean to be rude but I just want to sleep. Or possibly have a snack to try and cure the hangover I'm sure to get tomorrow.'

'See you tomorrow, shit-faced.' Diana said, walking out of the room and heading to her dorm. I gave a short laugh, and shut the door, grabbing a few biscuits that Tay had bought from the tin and flopping onto my bed.

I had trouble getting to sleep as thoughts of Andy with another girl plagued my mind. It hurt, it really did. It sucked that I couldn't tell Diana, because she'd never let him live it down, and potentially ruin a chance for me to get back together. It's like she was the psychotic ex-girlfriend, rather than my friend. Another reason was that I hadn't turned the lights off, and had no intentions of getting up to do so.

Taylor staggered into the room at around three, and shouted at me for "ditching her" and leaving the light on when all I was doing was laying there. I told her I had a headache, but she was already gone, sprinting to the bathroom shared between us and 140B. I heard her empty the contents of her stomach, and I trudged out of bed to flick off the light.

'And Diana called me shit-faced,' I muttered before the darkness finally consumed me.

Notes

Title credit: Jagerbomb - Crossfaith