I'm Not The Only One (Scomiche)

9: Chat

        Princess: "Checked. You meant those."

        Satan: "WHY THE FUCKING FUCK IS MY NET SHIT AND FUCKING SNAPCHAT WON'T LOAD AND WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON."

        Princess: "The snaps from the bar, Lia."

        Satan: "Oh."

        Mitch: "AND?! CARE TO EXPLAIN HOW THE FUCK THOSE WERE TAKEN AND SENT? TO SCOTT OF ALL PEOPLE??? AND WHO AMONG YOU DID THAT?!"

        Princess: "What's the big deal?"

        GoBS: "Let me guess. Scott saw and he got angry."

        Satan: "Do not fucking tell me Scott got angry with you. That little shit."

        Mitch: "WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL? WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL??? FUCKING FIRST OF ALL, HOW DARE YOU. SECOND OF ALL, THAT WAS MY PHONE. AND MY SNAPCHAT. THIRD, I ALREADY KNOW YOU HATE SCOTT BUT SERIOUSLY, DID YOU HAVE TO DO THAT?!"

        GoBS: "So he got mad. Son of a bitch is a cheater and he got mad at YOU for drinking and dancing with some guy."

        Princess: "Sorry, babe, it was meant as a fun joke."

        Satan: "Don't sugarcoat, Caty. Of course it wasn't a joke."

        Mitch: "CATY?! YOU DID IT???"

        GoBS: "Technically we all did. Goddamn, Mitch. All that was coming out of your mouth last night was Scott this, Scott that. You wouldn’t shut up about him and Alex."

        Princess: "LISTEN, BITCH. We had to confiscate your phone at some point cause you were trying to drunk-dial Scott. You would have made an even bigger fool of yourself.”

        Princess: “Fucking autocorrect. I meant Mitch, not bitch.”

        Princess: “Actually bitch works just fine.”

        Satan: “Your Scott needed to see you smiling and happy even if you weren’t with him. That blonde guy was just icing on the cake.”

        Satan: “Oh god, now I want cake.”

        GoBS: “Speaking of blonde guy, you called him Scott several times. Like... seriously, babe. Do you even remember his name?”

        GoBS: “Lia, same.”

        Princess: “Yes, cake. I want cake.”

        Satan: “Nope, I take that back. My stomach disagrees.”

        Mitch: “FUCK ALL OF YOU. REGARDLESS YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT. I AM SO DONE WITH YOU BITCHES RN.”

        Princess: “We’re sorry, okay? It seemed like a harmless and fun idea last night. Then again we all had alcohol in our system so our judgement might have been poor.”

        GoBS: “I’m sorry for invading your privacy like that but quite frankly not sorry that Scott saw those snaps.”

        Satan: “Same with Brookes, TBH. Besides, we were in a bar. We were drinking. We were all just having a little bit of fun. You deserved to have fun, babe.”

Fun. Just how much fun did I have last night? I was scared to know the answer but I decided to ask anyway. I couldn’t face Scott again without knowing the truth.

        Mitch: “I HATE THAT I HAVE TO ASK THIS BUT HOW MUCH STUPID DID I DO LAST NIGHT? HOW MUCH STUPID DID YOU ALLOW ME TO DO? DID I PLAY TONGUE HOCKEY WITH THE BLONDE GUY? WAS I HANDSY? WAS HE HANDSY? AT SOME POINT DID WE DISAPPEAR? GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER HALF OF WHAT I DID LAST NIGHT I MIGHT HAVE BEEN BLOWING HIM IN THE RESTROOM FOR ALL I KNOW. FUCK MY LIFE.”

I held my breath as I waited for their answer. When Scott said ‘we both know what alcohol does to you’, well, my last message pretty much summed up just how crazy I could get with liquid courage in my system.

        Princess: “As far as I remember you were just handsy in the dance floor, that’s all.”

        Satan: “No tongue play involved, or lip locking for that matter. At least I didn’t see any.”

        GoBS: “We were pretty much near each other all night. Don’t think it went any farther than what Caty said.”

        Satan: “Wait, does Scott think you did something with that guy???”

        GoBS: “Oh god… of course. That’s why Mitch here is going mental.”

        Princess: “What, like he was too afraid of being cheated on the same way he’s been cheating on Alex?”

        Mitch: “DO NOT CHANGE THE SUBJECT.”

        Mitch: “OH AND BY THE WAY, HE AND ALEX BROKE UP.”

I muted the chat and turned off my phone immediately, not waiting on any of their replies. I took another deep breath and tried to think of what to do. I wanted to go to Scott so bad and ask him questions about the breakup. I also wanted to tell him that I didn’t cheat on him… at least according to the girls, and that I wouldn’t cheat on him. But then a part of me was angry with him. He sees me with another guy and he automatically thinks I was being unfaithful?! To be fair there was alcohol involved but still. What was worse, however, was the fact that I wasn't sure if the photos had anything to do with their breakup. What if it actually was the reason for the breakup? Did he break up with Alex because he thought he was going to lose me? Was he even telling the truth? Did he really leave Alex and it wasn't the other way around?

Did Scott really choose me?