I twirl a strain of my hair around my finger, biting down on my lip as I walk towards Scott's dorm, my heart beating out of my chest.
Finally breathing, my eyes search for his dorm number. I have been here a countless number of times and yet, I never remember where to go.
I have a very bad memory and I mean it. I practically have a fish memory and it sucks.
The hall is pretty much silent, I can only hear a chick moaning at the top of her lungs, kind of disgusting me but I decide to ignore it.
I sigh once my eyes land on his dorm number, my heart beating faster once again. I slowly walk closer, thinking of how he is going to react to what I'm about to tell him.
Reaching to knock, I wait, my feet tapping the floor non stop.
Tonight would be the night that I lose my virginity to my long-time boyfriend, Scott.
"You can do this"
I motivate myself, licking my lips as I rewind in my head every time I'm gonna tell him.
After a few seconds, the door opens, the cold breeze making me shiver, a nervous smile plastered on my lips.
Scott stands in front of the door only in his boxers, his hot body distracting me. He looks surprisingly at me, licking his lips quickly.
"Hey babe. What's up?"
He casually asks, looking around his room nervously while running his long fingers through his silky brown hair.
Finding it hard to breathe, I push myself against him, close my eyes and our lips meet soon after that. I knew I'm gonna blow it if I talk so why not get to the point already.
He stumbles a few steps back, as I shut the door behind us, my heart melting as his fingers brush against my skin.
Opening my eyes once again, I stop, freezing in my spot as I glance behind Scott.
"What the fuck?!"
I yell, my eyes only on something.
There is a girl nervously staring back at me, wearing Scott's jersey.
"I can explain"
Scott grabs my face gently, making me face him.
His eyes begs for forgiveness but there is no way I can be with someone as terrible as him. I couldn't wait to throw him a punch.
"How could you, Scott?!"
I yell louder as tears roll down my cheeks, stepping back from him but soon being pulled back to the same spot I was before.
"Why won't yo-"
"Let me go you sick jerk!"
I jerk away his strong arms around my body, getting out of his tight grip with a punch to his face.
He quickly covers his nose as a stream of blood pours out of it, slightly wincing. At this point, I can't give a flying fuck about his injured nose.
Scott begs, pouting.
Totally forgetting about the ugly chick standing silently at the corner of the room, I reach for the door knob and storm out, my eyes full of tears.
Processing it all in my mind, it was the bitch that was moaning while she had sex with my now ex-boyfriend.
I can't care if Scott chases after me, I just run to the entrance with my heart shattered to pieces.
How could this happen so fast? I thought he was the one. I was a stupid blind asshole who couldn't even see his true colors. He is a lying, manipulative son of a bitch and I couldn't stand breathing the same air as him.
Someone yells once I accidentally push past them, covering my face.
Turning around quickly, I see a familiar face. Oh wait, it's too familiar to forget.
I mutter, turning away carelessly. I honestly wouldn't give a shit if I bumped into him again and again and again. He is the last person I wanna see right now.
I stop, realizing that I'm being followed. Sighing, I sharply turn around, staring into the devil's eyes.
"Gosh! What do you want?!"
I impatiently ask, wiping away a tear with my sweater.
"What's wrong? Did Scott hurt you?"
He asks, surprisingly, frowning his eyebrows.
He pulls me closer to him by grabbing my wrist violently. I stumble forward, wincing.
"I'm not in the mood for your games, Harry"
I huff, jerking away his cold hand.
"I'm not joking around, Ariana"
He has a serious look plastered on his face but I don't buy it. His hand brushes against my cheek, wiping away a tear.
I say loudly, walking away from him, wiping away my tears.
"I know why you were there, Ariana. But I don't understand something.. Why so desperate?"
He asks, following after me, getting on my nerves.
"Talk about being desperate"
I say rudely, throwing him a glare. He smirks, his eyes following me.
"Hey, hey, I don't go and find girls to play around with, they come to me."
Walking towards the entrance even faster, I push open the doors, hoping to get away from the dirt bag.
"You can always come to me baby!"
He yells from inside, me flipping him off by sticking my middle finger up in the air for him to see.