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My parents stay for about half an hour, looking around the dorm and getting to know Axel and Rob before heading back to their hotel for the day.

Even though it is only twelve in the afternoon, but because they're older they get an excuse.

You should get an excuse for being a Uni student.

I sit scrolling on my phone with Emma and Rob doing the same beside me, whilst Axel takes a shower. Claiming that meeting my parents made him sweat.

But after last night and the way he looked after me, I can't seem to him or his body out of my mind.

That chest.

But the more I push it away, the more it pushed it's way back in again. So now I'm sitting on my bed grumpy that my mind has reverted back to it's thirteen year old way of thinking.

Hello, Zac Efron!

I'm brought out of my daydreaming by Emma slamming her phone on the floor.

"We need to go to the party happening tonight." She declares, looking at me as if to say don't argue with me here.

But of course, I do.

"Yeah, if the party is for people with broken arms then I'm down."

Emma pouts. "Please, please, please!" She begs, dragging out the 'e' in the last word.

"I don't know..." I say, my stomach clenching in tension.

Going to a high school party with a broken arm is never a good idea. Everyone knows that, apart from my best friend apparently.

"It'll be fun! Your concussion is basically gone, plus you haven't had fun in ages." Emma pleads as she tries to convince me.

"I have fun all the time." I smile, thinking back to Axel and I dancing round his kitchen. And what we did after that, that was really fun.

Axel walks back through from the bathroom, putting his top on. I nearly frown when I see the last patch of his golden skin disappear behind the fabric.

He comes and lies beside me on the bed, putting his arms behind his head, making his biceps bulge.

"What do you think, Axel? Party?" Rob asks.

"I'm up for it," He says before turning his attention to me. Dropping one of his hands , he begins toying with my fingers. "Are you?"

"I don't know, maybe." I shrug.

"Half an hour and then if you hate it, we'll come home!" Emma smiles, knowing the reassurance I need to hear.

I shake my head in exasperation, not knowing how I got convinced into this. "Fine." I groan.

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"What conditioner do you use? Because your hair is like Beyoncé's." Emma stays, awe dripping from her voice as she straightens my hair.

It's nine o'clock and we're getting ready for the party. Axel and Rob are going to meet us there.

"Okay, I'm done. It hurts to look at your perfect hair now."

"You're so dramatic." I laugh, grinning at her. "I'm jealous of your hair."

Emma rolls her eyes let's a smile show through, I stand up out of the chair and assess my outfit.

And even though my head feels fine, thank god, my arm is still broken. It's bright pink cast that shines out like an ugly beacon with the outfit, but it's the best I can do and I can't do change to change it.

Emma stands up beside me and links her arm round my shoulders. She looks incredible.

She also fake tanned, so her skin has a glow that's missing in mine. I'm just glad I'm not wearing a white dress, or else I would look like a ghost.

"You ready to go?" Emma asks, eager to get there. Which I can understand, she has been living with her parents for the past week and it must have driven her insane.

"Sure, why not?" I laugh the tension in my stomach still there in warning.

It's almost as if my body's warning me that this party is going to end badly.

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The music pounds through my chest in a rhythm, the drink is flowing and so are the revealing outfits.

The party is held in an newly opened bar, making the excited atmosphere almost contagious.

Almost.

I still want to go home.

I can't seem to relax into it sure I've danced. Sure I've been talking but something just seems off.

Maybe it's because I'm not drunk enough yet...

But I can't really get drunk due to the painkillers I'm on. I've got a one drink maximum rule tonight. Yay.

To top off my worries, Axel and Rob still aren't here, making my dramatic thoughts fly through the roof.

"C'mon. People are saying there's a cool balcony up on the roof." Emma suggests as she links her arm through my good arm.

"Let's go." I smile, loving how happy Emma looks. She's back in her element and it's as though she never left.

Climbing up the stairs, we reach a grey door. You can hear the music through it, which Emma and I both grin at. It's a sure sign that whatever is happening up on the roof is going to be good.

Oh, how I was wrong.

Emma lets the door swing open and we're immediately drawn in by arms. Emma lets out a laugh before returning it. Weird.

As we're let go, I take in the guy who I just hugged. Around six foot three, this guy is huge. Black hair and brown eyes, he looks as though he's never eaten take-out in his life. He's all muscle.

Emma must have realises my astonished look as she laughs before turning to me. "Emma this is Scott, Scott this is Emma."

"Hey." I greet, waving my hand awkwardly.

Really Skylar? He's less than a meter away, you don't need to wave.

Emma laughs again and I come to the conclusion that she's drunk.

"C'mon there's a group of us over by the heater." Scott motions as Emma and I follow him. I'm grateful at the mention of a heater, because it's November and I'm wearing shorts.

But suddenly, it's not the temperature that is making me cold. It's the sight I'm greeted with.

A blonde. Tall. Blue eyes. Perfect teeth.

Blossom.

Axel sits on a deck chair, his arms wrapped round Blossom. She giggles and leans her head onto his shoulder, her manicured nails creeping over the neck that I once held whilst kissing Axel.

Every single thing I take in hurts my heart, each thing like a dagger being sent straight into it.

His hands, that I held this morning, round her waist.

His smile, that I thought was reserved for me, now shines in her direction.

His eyes, that I've stared into whilst he's made promises to me, now lighting up in happiness.

His lips, that I've kissed countless times, now drawn up into a smile.

His body, that has take me places I've never been before, now lounging in a chair with her on top.

Emma comes to a standstill beside me, as Scott goes and sits down.

"Shit." She whispers.

But her words don't resonate with my brain, her voice sounding distant. My hands tremble as I stand there, my feet pinned to the ground.

The group senses our presence and turns around.

Axel's eyes dim, his smile fades, his posture becomes rigid. Like a candle being blown out, his entire mood fizzles away.

"Skylar." He breaths.

But I don't hear it. I'm too busy running away.

Thundering down the steps, I make it back to the dance floor.

Rude remarks, gestures and catcalls are sent at me, but none of them matter.

How could they, when what I thought was happiness turned out to be torture?

I break through the doors of the entrance and collapse onto the pavement. There's no crowds left outside, only security who look away quickly.

Putting my hands into my hair, I tug at my roots. My breathing comes out in short pants as I try to keep the tears in.

"Skylar." I hear Axel shout.

I can't do this.

I can't argue with someone I thought I nearly loved just an hour ago. I can't fight with someone who has made the past month and a half of my life unforgettable. I can't fight with someone who just crushed my trust between his hands as he held another girl in his lap.

Maybe I'm overreacting, but this is how it begins. First on the lap. Then a few kisses. Next thing you know, you're catching them in bed together.

I've seen it happen to other girls and I refuse for me to be one of them.

I stand up, with the full intent of getting out of this hell, when a hand wraps round my wrist.

"Skylar." He pleads, desperation flowing through his voice.

"What?" I mutter, turning round to face him.

I keep my eyes on the ground, not trusting myself to look him in the eye in the fear that my tears will not be contained then.

"I can explain." He assures me.

I can feel his gaze burning on my skin, I always can. When I finally bring my eye to his, I'm greeted with the sight of a desperate man.

Rage suddenly pulses through my veins at him. How dare he be sad.

It was his choice to allow her into his lap. It was his choice not to tell me he wasn't at the party.

He doesn't get to feel sad for this.

He needs to feel guilty for this.

With these thoughts in my mind and these feelings washing through me, I begin the worst fight in my life.

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I don't even know what to say. I'm sorry :(

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Jade x