One thing I didn't really take into consideration when I sang the other day was the massive internet explosion.

I woke up to messages and messages from people I don't even know begging for the story on what happened. Or if anything happened.

It's not like I told the world Rowen was my boyfriend and that we broke up- but I'm guessing it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. No, all it takes is millions of fans and viral videos. Somehow- overnight, there were even videos on youtube trying to piece it together, "reacting" to our chemistry on stage.

Normally, I would wake up early, and just look on social media at memes or watch youtube videos because... not gonna lie 99% of the time I have no social life. But, night now, that was its own form of tortue, like somehow, the romantic flings of a 16 year old should require extreme scrutiny.

My parents even called, just to ask if anything was ok- but I could tell they wanted to reprimand me but had no idea how. Fun times at the Harris household.

Being back on Westwood campus was its own form of torture, (as school always is, even if they're tons of rich hot guys). I could hear the whispers, but, for the most part, people there were more interested in the boys, or other drama because I wasn't in their square of influence.

I avoided the boys like the bubonic plague for the first week of classes. I really hoped it wouldn't offend Caspian, Laurent and Matteo- but Caspian and Ivy were always making eyes at each other, and Matteo and India were... touching each other more than I would ever recommend in public, and Laurent was.. Well honestly he was grumpy always and I don't think he missed my presence.

But- soon enough, the inevitable happened- Acoustic band. I'm not sure what I did, but fate was a bitch in seeking vengeance against me.

I got to the class early, and Ivy sat down next to me on one side of the room. People filtered in slowly, and I couldn't help but panic each time someone walked by. I scanned each face, thinking it would be his.

It wasn't until the boys were the last people to make their way in that a feeling settled over me. I'm not sure what it was, but it felt fatal.

Suddenly, Dr. Getsby slapped his hands together, snapping my attention towards him, "Hey class! I'm going to test you all again. I want a breakup song from the 80s- which is surprisingly harder to think of than you'd expect one from the 70s and one from the 60s. Give it to me. Oh- and you can't use the internet- but if your decade is the 70s and you accidentally do a song from 1969 or 1980 it's fine." We all nodded eagerly and scrambled to get into teams.

The room gathered into a couple groups. Obviously, the boys all gathered around together. Ivy and I and a couple others, and one more group. The competitive side of me was extremely excited at the thought of a competition. Our group was the 70s, the other group was the 80s and the boys were the 60s.

I racked my mind for songs - first of all, breakup songs? Didn't we have enough of those? My 13 hour playlist would help as well, but I can't remember all the specific years to them.

The first group scrambled to the stage were the boys, and the tension even just within the group was undeniable, let alone in the room.

Laurent sat down at the piano, and slowly played the parts of a chord. I recognized it immediately.

Damn you! The Beatles? Again!? Do you have to ruin all their music for me? I huffed in frustration.

"The world is treating me bad, misery," Caspian and Rowen sang together in harmony.

It took everything in me not to groan at the angst radiating from these over privileged boys complaining about misery. To be fair, the song was about heartbreak, but still, it took everything in me not to roll my eyes.

"I'm the kind of guy, who never used to cry,"

Part of me was yelling "it's a shame, you should really get used to it," and the other half was yelling at me, telling me to make his misery end.

"I lost her now for sure, I wont see her no more,"

Yeah no shit, sherlock.

"I'll remember all the little things we've done," My heart clenched, and flashes of memories between us filled my mind, even from the first time I saw him.

"Can't she see she'll always be the only one, only one."

First of all- bullshit. Second of all, bullshit.

"Send her back to me, cause everyone can see, without her I will be in misery."

The room erupted into applause, and I joined in grimly. I flinched when Rowen sent a weary smile my way. I hated myself because I loved that he smiled at me. The thing that hurt me the most was the sort of desperate hope that lingered in me, trying to explain away any reason why he didn't cheat on me. But he did. I saw it.

As the simple applause subsided, I dragged myself out of my seat, and hauled myself out of the desk chair and walked up awkwardly to the microphone. I took a deep breath, and nodded towards Micheal, (another person in our little group- cool dude) and he started to play gently on the piano.

I felt my legs shake and my body feel heavy as I waited for the song to gain momentum, Ivy hummed and sang backup gently, and she sounded angelic as she did so.

"I don't wanna talk,

About things we've gone through,

Though It's hurting me,

Now it's history"

My voice was shaky and weak, and honestly, I felt worn out and defeated. The anger inside of me had dissolved away to leave a... calm. A broken stillness.

"The winner takes it all

The losers standing small

Beside the Victory

That's her destiny."

I sang, and then I looked up to Rowens eyes. The green stood out because of a redness I recognized in my own. Pain. The only difference is he was the one who put the pain here for the both of us.

"I was in your arms

Thinking I belonged there

I figured it made sense

Building me a fence

Building me a home

Thinkin' I'd be strong there

But I was a fool

Playing by the rules,"

My voice broke as I said fool, and I almost almost broke down in tears. Tear of exhaustion, of humiliation, and just weariness. I continued to sing, every word speaking more than I ever could in a normal conversation.

"But tell me, does she kiss

Like I used to kiss you?

Does it feel the same

When she calls your name?"

I was bitter, so I let my words sting as I spoke them. Fuck Gemma. But mostly, fuck him. He was with me, she was with no one.

"Somewhere deep inside

You must know I miss you

But what can I say?

Ruled must be obeyed."

I loved him. I missed him. I truly did- but what could I do? I can't go back to him and let him break me over and over again.I sang the song softly, unable to belt out the words like I normally could.

"I don't wanna talk

If it makes you feel sad,

And I understand

You've come to shake my hand,

I apologize

If it makes you feel bad

Seeing me so tense

No self confidence,"

It was the bitter truth, I stood there, in a worn out sweatshirt and messy hair, feeling too tired to get my shit together. I belted the final words out, letting the noise crash and swell around the room. As soon as I finished, instead of the normal applause, there was a moment of silence, or awe, before the room clapped awkwardly.

I sat back in my chair, and watched the other group rock out to Love is a Battlefield, but the tone and vibe of the room was off. I couldn't make eye contact with anyone now, because I knew if I did I would break.