04.17 - c.s

I checked the time on my phone once more, 04.13. Chris had been nowhere to be found all night, so I decided I'd go search for him. I announced this to Noora and left her to dance with William. I walked through the halls of William's house, eventually making my way upstairs.

There he was. I saw the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen, the boy I wanted to call mine so desperately, but he wasn't alone. He stood there, in the hallway, pushing a brown-haired girl that was about my size up against the wall. His lips were on hers like they had been on mine hundreds of times, and he kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

I stood there for a while, taking in everything I saw happening in front of me. I felt my heart crush more and more, the longer I looked at it. I hadn't planned falling in love with this boy, heck if I could take it all back right now I would. But I had, and I couldn't. So that was that. I turned around, but before I walked away, I send him a quick text.

Elle: But now it's 04.17 AM and I'm
thinking about you, while you're kissing
lips that aren't mine. [04.17]

I heard his phone go off in his pocket, but before he had the chance to look at it and I could see his reaction, I ran downstairs. I searched for Noora in the crowd and she was making out with William in the middle of the dance floor. I pulled her off of him with weak hands, tears streaming down my face.

"Elle? What happened?" Noora's facial expression screamed with worry and I let myself fall into her arms.

"Can you take me home, please?" I cried. She nodded and quickly took me to find my coat, pulling it over my arms before walking towards the front door. Chris stood at the bottom of the stairs with a defeated look on his face. He was about to stop me and say something, until Noora stopped him by putting a hand in the air.

"He isn't worth your time, Elle," she said to me. She then turned around to Chris to make sure he heard the next sentence. "He's just a worthless piece of ass who is too scared to admit to his feelings." Hurt was written all over Chris's face, and it made me angry. He didn't have the right to be hurt, only I did. He had hurt me, not the other way around.

Noora pushed me through the front door as I heard William scream at his best friend, "what the fuck man? I don't even understand you right now. She could've been the love of your life, and you just threw it all away? Do you even understand how stupid you are?" I looked back to see Chris just standing there, taking whatever mental punches William was throwing at him. I smiled weakly, thanking William for being such a good friend quietly to myself. Noora unlocked William's car with the keys he had just thrown at her. She didn't know how to drive, but neither of us nor William seemed to care as we both got into the car, Noora quickly driving off.

I pushed the white front door open and my mom soon came into the hallway with her pajamas on. "Sweetie, did Noora drive here? I thought she didn't have her license yet — oh my god baby are you okay?" I burst out in short sobs, finding it hard to maintain my breathing. My mom wrapped her arms around me and pushed my head into her neck, soothingly playing with my hair. She took me to the couch while Noora walked to the kitchen to get me a glass of water.

My mom tried to call me down by telling me to follow her breathing pattern, knowing that I would start hyperventilating when I cried too hysterically. After a couple of minutes my sobs calmed down a bit, but the tears were still streaming down my face. Noora handed me the glass of water and I took some big sips, trying to calm myself down just a little more.

When I was calmed down a bit my mom turned to me. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"Chris —" I choked out, "Chris, he — he kissed someone else," after that I burst out crying again and my mom put my head down in her lap. I cried and cried, until eventually, I fell asleep.