Now I know why split ups are bad for anyone.

I can barely register the topic professor Michael is lecturing us about. I swear psychology has never been that boring. I wished I could bury myself in a dark place and never hear any of that in a while.

I woke up with a serious head ache, my body felt as though it wasn't my own, walking was hard work and frankly speaking, my skin is paler than usual. Dark circles and heavy bags are under my eyes with misery painted all over my dry face.

Pre-existing numbness.

Deep devastating thoughts are running through my mind, and for hours my brain has been trying extremely hard to process everything. But no emotions are acting up. I feel nothing and also feel everything at the same time. It's like I'm in a zone of void but crowded balance and it's making me very numb.

But I rather be numb than deal with these emotions, building sense to the situation then followed by constant hours of weeping. I hate crying, and lately I've been doing it alot. This numbness keeps the tears away.

And my swollen ankle is not helping me. I need to get this checked out sometime today. I can hardly walk. Lucy helped me get ready this morning and offered to prepare breakfast. I never pictured Lucy to ever show kindness to me. But now I know she's a nice person though not always.

I have no idea where the strength to leave my bed after being in that kind of situation came from. I felt humiliated and heart broken last night. James walking away shuttered me. Its a horrible feeling. I've never been the type of person to take rejection head on. Regardless the number of times I've been pulled back and excluded.

"Miss Wilson."

I need to go to church sometime this week. May be it's the guilt that is making me so miserable. I should have never got myself into this affair. Or may be it's the nightclub. May be I just hate myself for getting a job there in the first place. This got complicated when I started working in that place.

"Can someone help me get her to concentrate?"

I hope God can be more forgiving. I needed that money for my mum.

"Sorry..."

I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned to look at her.

"The professor has been trying to call you."

Shit! I looked forward to where professor Michael was teaching from, more like giving a sermon. He's face didn't give away what he was thinking.

"It's best if you leave my class Miss Wilson."

"I'm so sorry sir, I'll pay more attention." I tried to apologize.

"You're not in trouble Miss Wilson so don't panic. I think you need the rest. Come down here and get your assignment." He said.

I must really look disturbed.

I got off my sit and carried my things. I tried to not pay attention to the stares. I hate the spot light. And this study hall is filled with so many people.

I limped all the way to his table and took up the assignment.

"Thank you sir."

"Try to get better." He advised.

I nodded and left the lecture room, walking slowly through the hallway and trying to concentrate. I rather not bump into anyone.

I exit the east wing of NYU, choosing to sit outside for fresh air. It was crowded as usual, our campus being centered in the city. I've always wondered why they built the university in the middle of the New York.

It's actually pretty cool though.

I sat myself on a bench and took out my earphones.

I listened to Riptide for nearly two hours. It lighten my mood a bit. And the weather was actually really good. It was a sunny day and the sky was so clear.

Without noticing it, someone stood in front of me and removed my earplugs. I raised my head to glare at the intruder and was shocked out of my wits to see Callum's face.

"Lizy." He said with uncertainty while carefully studying my face. "It's actually you!" Callum beamed.

"I had to stare across a distance for five whole minutes just to be sure it's really you. What are you doing at NYU campus? And why is your hair brown?" His eyes showed confusing though he smiled fondly..

Callum was right infront of me with that beautiful smile on his face and a great mood going on and I couldn't help but feel angry. Here he was beyond cheerful while it's because of him I'm in this messed up situation and he dares to ask me WHY IS MY HAIR BROWN?

"Are you okay?" He asked, seemingly worried. "You look sick and you're eyes are darker than usual."

I placed my cellphone aside and got up from my sit. Callum took a step back as I took a step forward and shoved him by his chest taking him by surprise but he didn't fall. He stared at me in total shock and tried to speak but I shoved him again in anger.

"What the hell is up with you?" He tried to step back but I limped closer to him and shoved him again. Only this time he managed to get a hold of my hands.

"This is all your damn fault." I accused and I watched his expression change to one of even more confusion.

I was so upset with him that I couldn't hold it back. Callum should've prevented Adrian from showing anyone that humiliating picture by deleting it, but he didnt. And because of that, James has seen it now. If Callum never came to the club looking for me last night, then James wouldn't think I have something to do with him. If it wasn't for Callum and his stupid brother then James would've never known about the strip club in the first place. They ruined everything. Everything was fine until Callum should up with his vulnerability. This is all his fault.

"What are you talking about?" He tried to lower his voice. People were beginning to stare.

"James found out about everything and it's all because you couldn't even stop your brother." I tried not to cry as the emotions started coming back to me. "Now James wants nothing to do with me."

"James? As in my best friend? What does he have to do with any of this? With you?" He raised a brow, grimacing. "Do you two know each other? Wait.....how are you involved with him? Who is he to you?"

My skin turned paler, blood rushing out and leaving me cold. I completely forgot that Callum and Adrian don't know about what James and I had. Damn me, how do I turn this around? Callum mustn't find out about the affair.

"Forget what I said. It doesn't matter anyways." I tried to remove my hands from Callum's grip. But he held onto them quickly.

"What's going on between you and James? And you were referring about Adrian doing something, what was it?"

"Nothing."

Because it's all over. No point in dwelling on it.

"Just stay away from me okay." I spoke out. "The last person I want to see today is you."

"I'm not doing any of that. We're friends for goodness sake. Let's talk about this." He insisted.

What?

"Friends? You know nothing about me. We met for a single night completely out of convinience and now you think we're what? Friends? Get a grip callum. We have nothing to talk about. And we aren't friends." I spat. "We are strangers."

He moved closer to me.

"Strangers? Why are you acting like everything didn't happen? Just last night you and I were fine. And now you are pushing me away."

"Well that's not happening." He assured. "I'm not staying away from you."

Is Callum insane?

"What's wrong with you?" I asked. "Can you please back off."

"No I can't. Not like this. Why are so mad at me? I don't even understand any of what you're talking about. What did Adrian do? Why is James even an issue here?" He run his fingers through his blonde hair in frustration.

"How do you know James ?" He added seeming a bit suspicious and confused. "Adrian, what did he do to you? Did he hurt you?" Callum appeared angry when I asked that.

Does he not know that his jerk brother showed that picture of I and him naked in bed to James and potentially his other friends?

Lucy's assumption are correct then.

If this is so, then Callum needs to know that his brother is messing up my reputation and dignity to show Callum off. He's not finding out from me though. I've had enough of all this drama and I just want this to be over.

But how do I address Callum without risking exposing I and James's Affair? James has kept Callum, Adrian and basically everyone in the dark. He hasn't risked sabotaging his relationship with Merissa by telling a soul. Close friend or not. I can't believe I got myself into this tight corner.

"Fine, I won't push you away anymore." I said more calmly trying to change the subject.

"Finally." He let go of my hands.

"But under one condition." I requested.

Callum furrowed his eyebrows. "And what is that?"

I sighed. "You stop asking questions."

"Are you hiding something?" He retorted. "Is that it?"

"I'm not feeling well and I rather not deal with an interrogation right now Callum."

He looked at me for a couple of seconds. "Whatever Adrian did, I can fix that. But I want you to tell me about it."

"It doesn't matter anyways."

"Did he hurt you? Because I swear if Adrian tried to lay a single finger on you then I'll....."

"Callum." I held his hand. "He hasn't done that, I swear it."

"What about James? You never told me anything this whole time."

"That's because I didn't know that you and James are friends, much less know each other. I found out last night from my roommate."

"So why are you mad at me because of him?"

"It doesn't matter anymore Callum."

He stared at me. "It surely seems like it does."

"No more questions, remember?"

Callum frowned. "Fine, but only because I can't keep arguing with you out here."

I noticed from how he said it that Callum wanted to know more but decided not to push it. And I sensed that it's itching him to find out how his best friend is even connected to me.

"I have to go." I dismiss turning around quickly before Callum protested but totally forgot that my ankle is still swollen.

My leg trembled and I was soon heading for the ground. Great!

I fell on my knees and whimpered from the pain.

"What happened to your leg?" Callum quickly came to kneel next to me and placed his hand on my shoulder and the other above my foot.

I was wearing a really short sun dress so my ankle was on display.

"This looks really bad. We should get that checked out." He offered.

"No, I can deal with it." I quickly objected.

"I wasn't asking you. I'm informing you that we're getting that ankle checked out. It's clear that you have been walking on that foot for hours with out letting it get the attention it needs."

With the way he said those words, I was completely silenced. Not because I couldn't keep on protesting. But because my leg really hurt and someone giving me some attention was making me home sick.

I nodded to agree and tried to get up but Callum was quick to carry me by placing his one hand around my back and the other below my legs. He lifted me up gently and so I supported myself by placing my hands around his shoulders.

He asked a girl who sat next to me by the bench to place my bag on my lap. And after that we left.

I was kinda embarrassed by the position I put us in so I buried my face on his chest. No one in particular was paying any attention to us but you never know right.

And I'm shy so I rather hide myself. Plus Callum was really warm so I shamefully made myself comfortable.

I don't know when it happened, but my eyes got heavy and so I fell asleep in between Callum's arms. They felt safe.

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