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beautiful girl

is she dating Timmy or Gunnar I'm confused

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we're working on it;)

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no your not❤️

yikes

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"Why the hell is he telling people that we're dating?" I frustratedly sigh as I read through the comments on my picture. "Why can't he get that I don't want to be with him?"

"Have you directly told him?" Ashley asks in a calm tone that severely contrasts with mine.

I bite my lip as I shrug slightly. "I mean not really but he should get the hints"

"Maybe just tell him straight up" Ashley suggests and Eden nods in agreement.

"So how are things with you and Timothée going?" Eden speaks up curiously.

I roll my eyes as I remember the events that took place last night. "Don't even get me started" I groan as I rub my eyes.

"So I'm at his apartment everything's fine right? Then I mention Gunnar and how I told him about the cheating thing and Timmy got so defensive and then told me that if I wasn't a shitty girlfriend then he wouldn't have cheated on me" I spill, feeling my heart hurt all over again as I recall his words.

I didn't let my emotions out until I got home last night and the girls were already out by the time I got back. In the moment I was furious but when I got back to my dorm and started thinking about what he said, his words really hurt.

"No fucking way he said that" Ashley gasps with wide eyes.

"Has he texted or called?" Eden chimes in.

"Nope not a word" I bitterly speak. "Even after all of that I still want him back so badly" I stare down at my hands.

"Give it time" Ashley reassures. "If you guys are made for each other it'll all work out"

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The time is now late and the sun has set. Ashley and Eden have already left for their night of partying and much to their despair I decided to stay in.

As always

I cuddle under my blankets as I keep my eyes fixed on the movie playing on my computer. My mind wonders to Berlioz as I quickly become anxious to know if he's being cared for properly.

I usually would go and feed him and take care of his litter box but there's no way I was seeing Timmy today, not after what he said to me last night.

I'm sure Timmy fed him and is keeping up with him. I know he's pissed at me but I don't think he'd take it out on my cat. And if he did I'd kill him.

Just as the next scene of my movie plays there's a slight knock on the door. I pause my movie and slide out of bed to answer.

Immediately after I open the door I regret it. There stands the Timothée Chalamet, with his hands shoved in his pockets and his hair messily set, covering his eyes.

Just as I go to close the door in his face he stops it with his hand and looks at me with desperate eyes. "Can we please talk?"

I already roll my eyes at his question. "Why? You wanna tell me how shitty I am some more?"

"Please" he begs.

I open the door wider and allow him to come in. "Why are you here?" I ask wasting no time. "And don't say to talk because that's bullshit"

"I wanted to say I'm sorry for what I said" He coldly speaks.

"Wow you sound so genuine" I sarcastically reply.

"Well it's what you want to hear right?" He asks, only causing my blood to boil even more.

"You're such an asshole you know that?" I snap. "You shouldn't be apologizing because it's what I want to hear you should be apologizing because you're actually sorry"

"I don't know what you want me to say" he slightly slurs his words.

My mind feels like it's about to burst. "Are you fucking drunk Timothée?" I scream at him, anger flowing faster through my veins than it ever has before.

"No what are you-"

"I can't fucking believe you. You can't even be sober when you come and fake apologize to me" I shake my head, clearly in disappointment.

"So you can be drunk every single time we were together but I can't be drunk this one time?" He defensively asks.

"How nice now I'm a shitty girlfriend and an alcoholic?" I yell in disbelief. "I would never be drunk if I had to show up and have a serious conversation with you"

"I'm sorry" he pleads, raising his voice.

"You're such a liar" I laugh unhumorously. "You lie about everything" I continue to scream.

"Like what? What have I lied about?" He yells back.

"Well you fucking cheated on me, that's one whole big lie within itself. Oh and then you told me you loved me which is another thing" I shout.

"Oh my fucking god, here's the whole 'i never loved you' thing again" he sarcastically retreats.

"Yes here it is again because you still won't admit it" I furiously scream, my whole body shaking with anger.

"You know what your right Adeline, I never fucking loved you" he bellows right in face. "Is that what you want to hear? I never loved you. Ever. I lied"

My heart sinks the lowest it's ever been. I feel the tears well up in my eyes as I try to swallow the lump in my throat. "Fuck you" I whimper.

"Is that all you know how to say?" He continues to press me, knowing exactly what he's doing.

"Get out" I try to sound confident but I fail.

He stands completely still, looking into my eyes with an unrecognizable look.

"Get out" I scream, my voice trembling from anger and sadness.

He stares at me for a few more seconds before exiting my dorm room. The second the door shuts I feel weak. My heart is pounding out of my chest and I can't control my breathing.

I pace my room to try and calm myself down, taking deep breaths to try and stop myself from puking.

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