She held up her own milkshake, and we clinked them together.
Two
Coralie
Mila’s back was rigid as she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her so loudly, I flinched, my heart squeezing in my chest. I hadn’t expected to get paired with her for a dorm room; I’d only been planning to be at the same college. Because despite her breaking my heart and our huge falling out, I still wanted to be near her.
Straight toxic behavior, I knew, but fuck. Mila was my entire fucking life, even if everything had gotten fucked up.
I just didn’t know how to be the friend she knew anymore. Seeing her cuddled up on the couch with Brittany had fucking ripped something apart inside of me, leaving me in pieces. Bloodied and broken. Mila was all I had, and I’d lost that.
When I’d suggested introducing her to Brittany, I hadn’t expected her to actually go through with it. Not Mila. That just wasn’t her style. But she had. She’d gone through with it and even seemed to like Brittany. And then, they were attached at the hip afterward. Fuck, she’d been the one to console Mila after our fight. I’d followed Mila to the bathroom to see if I could figure out what went wrong between the two of us, but Brittany had been there, hugging Mila.
I just couldn’t stomach it, and I lost my temper. Called her shit I never would have uttered to her mere days ago, and when she refused to react, even tried to walk away, I’d lost it. Shoved her. And her reaction made us fight. Left us bloody and broken in more ways than one.
That evening after school, I went home and called Jessica, proceeding to get drunk and high and vent to her about how everything had gone wrong and how I’d been so fucking stupid to think I would ever have a chance with Mila.
Now, we were rooming together. We would be living together for the next five months—at least—and I wasn’t sure how we were going to handle it. How either of us was going to be able to live with the other with all the broken shit between us.
How was I going to survive this? Being in the same room with the girl I still loved? Breathing the same fucking air as her? Seeing her things all around our space? This had once been a dream of mine, and now, it felt like a fucking nightmare.
How? How was I going to survive this?
Sighing, I laid back on my bed, my feet dangling over the side, and grabbed my phone off my pillow, pulling up my text thread with Jessica.
Me:
Guess who my roommate is.
Jessica:
Someone hot?
Me:
Not far off the mark but take another guess. Try to be more specific.
Jessica:
Girl, idk. Who? I’m too tired for the guessing games.
Me:
Fucking Mila.
Jessica:
WHAT
THE
FUCK
Are you fucking serious right now? That bitch?
I scowled at my phone. Jessica knew I hated it when she called Mila names, and she knew it. But Jessica also refused to censor herself to please anyone else. And she hated Mila after our falling out and for breaking my heart. Jessica was straight as fuck—always had been. But she was also super protective of me, even if I didn’t need her to be.
And that part of me that solely belonged to Mila would never heal. It would always be raw and broken and fucking shredded.