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I walked until the tears dried and the hunger was impossible to ignore.

So I went to the dorms. I got to the building with the worst possible expression and almost missed Kendra leaving all dressed up with her roommates. I went in to my room and found Emily reading and taking notes while Troian finished looking at herself in the body mirror we had in the room.

“Wow, I thought I would have to go report a missing person already...” Troian joked, not looking at me.

“No, I'm here.”

I hoped they hadn't noticed the sad tone in my voice.

Which didn't happen.

“Hey, are you okay?” Emily questioned.

I struggled to nod my head in agreement.

“Yeah, I just need to sleep... I'm just going to take a shower and go to bed.” I said, trying to sound determined.

The truth was, I had no idea how I really felt or how I would react to everything me and Martin had argued about that night. Still, I needed to purge the sadness from me, so I picked up my things and went straight to the bathroom at the end of the hall.

My hair was still wet. My tears were still falling, and even though I tried to be quiet, I was sure Emily could hear me from the living room. Luckily, she didn't bother me. I hated crying in front of others. And I hated explaining myself even more in those moments.

I stared at my phone's lock screen wallpaper. It was a beautiful photo of me and MJ, but at the same time, I remembered that in that same day he had turned my arm blue from squeezing it too much while we were fighting about him letting a girl on who was hitting on him in the street. Right in front of me.

Honestly, I didn't know what I would do about my relationship, because I loved him, but I knew he had made lots and lots of mistakes, but we had already been through so much hell that I believed college would just be our nirvana. Our piece of paradise. That I would leave here with a diploma and a big ring.

That was my fantasy.

That was my dream.

He was my dream.

And I cried even more.

I only stopped when a notification popped up on my screen. MJ had posted a new story on Instagram. I opened the app to see and I simply couldn't believe what I was seeing.

His tongue tasted the girl's skin, licking it and ending in a small hickey while other guys screamed, excited, like animals. I blinked a few times and rewatched the video. I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing there. My boyfriend was giving another woman a fucking body-shot after being such an asshole to me.

The tears dried instantly.

I got up from the bed and put some sneakers on my feet.

I opened the door to my room and felt like I almost ripped it out of place.

“Hey, where are you going?” Emily jumped off the couch, looking at me with concern.

“Probably kill my boyfriend.”

“What?” I ignored her and continued my way out into the hallway. “Damn, Veronica, wait!”

At some point, she caught up with me and tried, completely futilely, to talk some sense into my head. It didn't work. I was filled with hatred, I looked like a bull that was just looking at the fucking red cloth, but unlike the animal, I would stick my damn horns into the bullfighter.

“Veronica, explain to me what’s happening!” Emily asked, but I couldn't, I just repeated that I wanted to rip Martin's head off.

“Where was the party Troian went to?”

“I have no idea.” I snorted, frustrated. “But I'll find out, wait a minute.”

The blonde took her cell phone out of her pocket and started typing, a few moments later we received a response and took a taxi from campus to go to the party. Luckily, there was no longer a line to get in, but there were two guys at the door drinking and they stopped us.