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“You don't want to do this…” he warned me, carefully.

I faced the rest of the people behind me. I saw pity and compassion in their eyes, I hated both feelings in the same second.

“I need to do this!” I replied, determined, passing by him and going to the second floor of the house. I heard footsteps behind me, but my nerves kept me from paying attention to anything other than my goal of finding Martin.

I opened door after door on that floor and found couples making out, people smoking secretly, but when I reached the last door and opened it, I found what I was looking for. My boyfriend. Of course the situation was worse than I could have imagined.

He was standing in the middle of the room and there were two girls on their knees in front of him. The expression of pleasure on his face disgusted me along with his closed eyes and open mouth, moaning softly. The long fingers were lost in the strands of hair of the girls who, for some bizarre reason, were wearing the same outfit: bikinis with the American flag, ripped denim shorts and leather boots.

“Martin!” I screamed his name, but everything seemed blurred and slow around me.

My boyfriend's eyes finally opened, revealing revenge and hate behind the sweetness and confusion.

The girls stared at me, confused, until one of them stood up and looked at him seriously.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

His dick was still out.

“Ahm…” He didn't answer her, but it was obvious. The other girl got up too and I could tell they were twins. What a cliché!

“We’re getting out of here…” said the person who asked the question and they walked by me. “I am really sorry.”

“Just get out of here before I forget any and all rules about feminism.” I said through gritted teeth and the two basically ran while my boyfriend finally put away his jewels and zipped up his fucking pants.

“Roni…”

“No!” I roared.

“Baby…”

“Shut the fuck up, Martin!” I screamed, my tears accumulated in my eyes, but I refused to cry for that idiot. God, how could I be so stupid? “I'm going to kill you...” I whispered ,feeling my face getting wet with my own sadness, but before I could advance on him, I felt two arms holding my waist, lifting me off the ground. “Let go of me, I'm going to punch him in the face.”

Colleen soon stepped in front of me.

“You're not going to do that, because you're a cheerleader and you'll be an example within the Venenum team” she reasoned. “I'm very sorry…”

“We're going to take you to the dorm.” Becker, who was holding me, warned.

“I hate you! You big piece of shit!” I shouted at my ex-boyfriend, who had the indecency to allow tears to run down his own face. “You can stop crying, you idiot! You ruined us! You destroyed what we had! God, I hate you!”

I screamed completely unfiltered with rage. Totally taken over by the stressful situation I was in. At some point, I just cried and cursed him as my body collapsed in Becker's arms with my roommates and team around, ensuring that I was going back to my dorm.

I woke up and the whole world was pink.

In fact, the world was probably in every existing color.

I was happy, excited, content and, for some interdimensional reason, I felt that absolutely nothing could make that day go bad. I found the girls in our living room and noticed them basically ready for the day while I, admittedly, was a little late. But I was happy, deep down that was what mattered.

“Good morning!” I greeted them.

“Good morning, Ken... What a good mood, uhm?!” Jaz always lovely.

“I'm extremely happy, and you? How was the party yesterday?” I wasn't really interested, but I was polite.

“We’ve got some tea...” Sid announced and I looked at her, waiting for her to continue. “Veronica caught her boyfriend cheating and made a huge scene.”

“Again?” I asked, bored.