"Just to be clear . . . you're going to bed wearing Bryce's sweatshirt after you broke up with him the night before?" Jasmine asks me as soon as I sit up in bed in the morning.

"It wasn't a breakup because we weren't together," I remind her, wrapping my arms tight around myself.

Jasmine lets out a small sigh as she gathers some clothes and makeup in her arms, heading for the dorm's door.

"I'll be back," she informs me before opening the door, stepping outside and then slamming it shut.

Now alone in the room, I figure that I should probably begin getting ready as well. I climb out of bed, rummaging around in bag for a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt other than Bryce's.

I change out of my pajamas and into the fresh clothing, then heading over to the desk to apply some makeup. I throw my hair up into a ponytail before packing up all my things, making the bed too in hopes of returning the room to its previous state.

I decide to tuck Bryce's sweater into the bag with my clothing as well, really hoping that he won't ask for me to give it back to him.

I place it underneath the rest of my clothes, packing away my belongings before zipping both of my bags shut.

I check my phone for the first time since I've woken up, happy to see that it's only 6:42 in the morning, meaning that I have awhile before I have to be downstairs for breakfast.

Jasmine comes walking back into the room, quickly shoving all of her things into one bag. I have no clue how she packed so little, but it means that she can get ready to leave quickly.

She's ready to go in only a little more than a minute, and together we head out of the room and down the stairs.

As soon as we join everyone else outside, we give our key cards to one of the teachers before heading to our bus.

I drop one of my bags off to be stored in the underneath of the vehicle before Jasmine and I board. We claim two seats near the back by setting our bags down there, and she must have read me well enough to know that there's no way I'm sitting next to Bryce for multiple hours after the events of last night.

We then step back into the courtyard where we find Mateo, Daniel, Charlie, and Ryan standing huddled together.

My brother waves us over and we rush to join them, where Charlie is quick to rest a hand on the small of Jasmine's back.

Daniel's eyes seem to widen as he does this, but when Jasmine looks up at Charlie she has a smile on her face.

All of a sudden there's quite the commotion as Bryce and Jordan come walking into the courtyard together.

They're arguing awfully loud, almost to the point of yelling, even as they step up onto the bus to drop their things.

When they emerge, Bryce is shaking his head in frustration as Jordan keeps rambling from behind him.

They seem to spot us because they're now headed towards the group, Bryce stopping right beside me.

"Can you shut the hell up already?" Bryce hisses to Jordan, and Jordan's eyes dart from me and back to him.

"I'm just telling you the truth, buddy," Jordan snorts, and Bryce's eyes narrow.

I'm scared for a moment that he's going to hit Jordan, but our eyes meet and he seems to calm down.

"This is exactly why I don't tell you anything, Thompson. Could you please save this conversation for another time?" Bryce whispers, only really loud enough for Jordan and I to hear.

Jordan has a mischievous smile on his face when he looks around at the five others here, all of which seem to be watching this exchange.

Bryce's jaw clenches for a moment, and he shoves Jordan in the arm as he storms past him, walking back away from anyone.

I expect myself to feel the urge to go after him, but for some strange reason I don't.

"Where's he off to?" Ryan asks out of the blue, and Jordan shrugs, not able to answer.

No one else seems to know what's up either because everyone stays quiet. I myself do have a feeling about why he may be so cranky, though, which is why I respond, "He's probably going to find Camila."

Jasmine reaches for my wrist. "Did the fight between you two happen because of that chick?" she asks me, and she's too loud because Jordan suddenly steps between us.

"You know about that too?" he asks Jasmine, and she nods rapidly at him.

Jordan suddenly grabs both of our hands, dragging us away in the same direction that Bryce seemed to be heading in, although at the moment he seems to have disappeared.

"We'll meet you guys at the caf!" Jordan calls out behind us as he pulls us behind a corner of the building, away from the frenzy of teachers and students.

He immediately turns to me, raising an eyebrow as I involuntarily back myself up against the wall.

"Can you please explain to me whey Bryce showed up to our room at one in the morning last night? Not to mention that he was totally freaking out, and he was even crying. Crying. That guy literally never cries. I didn't even know what to do. He refused to speak to me all night, but this morning he finally told me that he apparently ruined things with you. I guess I've been mocking him for it the past hour because he's been super pissed at me, but whatever," Jordan blurts out all at once, and I find myself staring blankly down at the ground.

I don't want this to become something big. I guess it was naive of me to think that our friends wouldn't care, but I had still hoped for it.

"He'll get over it," I say quietly, and Jasmine's eyebrows raise in the same way that Jordan's had just done.

"Is that all he said to you, Jordan? He didn't say anything about Lexi specifically?" Jasmine asks Jordan, who responds with a confused shake of his head.

I step forwards toward Jasmine, asking, "You seem overly surprised by all of this, more so than I would've expected. What has he told you?"

Jasmine bites her lip in frustration. "Nothing. I just thought you guys really liked each other," she says, but I can sense that she's hiding some of the truth from us.

Jordan crosses his arms, then tilting his head to the side. "You're definitely lying, but whatever Jazz. Let's head to breakfast before we miss the food," he huffs, walking away from us but gesturing with his hand to say that we should follow.

I give Jasmine one more doubting glance before heading after Jordan, wishing that I didn't as soon as I see Bryce and Camila seated on the same bench from last night.

They stick out like a sore thumb seeing as most people have already began heading to the cafeteria. Her elbow is rested on his shoulder and she has a small smile on her face as he says something that I can't at all hear to her.

I have no clue how I didn't spot them when we walked by before, especially since the image of them last night is burning in my mind.

Jasmine had woken me up by knocking a heavy bottle of perfume off of her desk and onto the floor. I can usually sleep through all of those sorts of sounds, but for some reason I found myself wide awake.

The first thing I noticed was that Bryce had broken his promise to stay with me the night, because I found myself alone in the bed.

I missed his arms around me right away, which is why I got out of bed to retrieve my phone from where Bryce has placed it on the desk.

Although the curtain was mostly drawn shut, a little bit of light was peeking out from outdoors.

I pulled the curtain back all the way to find Bryce sitting alone on one of the benches.

I was really confused as of to how he didn't get caught by any of the teachers, but I was even more confused when Camila walked out the front door to join him.

Jasmine had already gotten back into bed, so there was no sense in me bothering her about it, but I'm surprised I didn't disturb her with how loud I gasped when I saw them kiss.

I felt my heart drop down to the very pit of my stomach.

I wanted to scream out loud at the sight of him kissing another girl. It made me feel incredibly sick, and I wanted to run down there and pull them apart.

Their kiss didn't last long. I couldn't tell who pulled away first.

It hurt like hell to have Bryce leave me and then go to kiss someone else, but I don't get to control him. It just stung that he had called her down to speak to him when I would've gladly listened to anything that he wanted to say.

I wasn't thinking straight as I changed out of my nightgown and into leggings and a tank top, fleeing the room and heading straight for them.

I had full intentions on going outside if I had to, but I ran into them in the hallway instead.

The rest is history.

"Earth to Lexi?" Jasmine asks from right behind me, and it startles me away from my daydream.

I quickly apologize before continuing to walk across the threshold.

I could feel both Camila and Bryce's eyes on me as I passed by where they were sitting, and I was really disappointed when Bryce didn't reach for my hand to stop me from walking away.

The cafeteria was already crammed by the time Jordan, Jasmine, and I arrived, filled with college students and kids from our school alike. It was easy to spot our friend group nonetheless, and the three of us filled our trays with food before joining them.

Jasmine claimed the seat beside my brother, and I chose to sit down across from her, Jordan then sitting beside me.

Jasmine and Jordan dropped the subject of Bryce and I as we ate, instead starting up a debate with Mateo about what the best pizza topping is.

I know that I'm being awkwardly quiet the whole time, but my racing thoughts are preventing me from engaging in any conversation.

Bryce and Camila finally decide to make an appearance, grabbing their food before the two of them head over our way.

All of my friends' eyes are instantly on Camila, and I'm reminded that although I've gotten to know her especially well lately, most of my friends don't actually know who she is.

"This is Camila," Bryce says as he takes a seat down beside Jordan.

Camila gives a shy wave to the table before she sits down next to Bryce, whispering something into his ear. Bryce nods at whatever she says, and I suddenly feel her eyes on me once again.

Once everyone has finished eating at our table, we decide that it's probably a good idea to try and get back onto our buses before the rush of kids when the teachers finally rally everybody up.

Although Bryce, Camila, Jordan, Jasmine, Charlie, and Mateo are on the same bus as me, Daniel and Ryan aren't. We say a quick farewell before going our separate ways, stepping onto the bus and heading for our seats.

Jasmine and I obviously sit together, and I find that Jordan and Bryce are sitting in the seats directly in front of us. Charlie is sitting with one of the guys from his soccer team, and I'm honestly not sure where Mateo is right now.

Camila is sitting in the seats beside Jordan and Bryce, closer to Bryce who has once again claimed the aisle seat.

There isn't anyone sitting next to her yet, and she has a big smile on her face as she stares at something on her phone.

"I'm worried about you," Jasmine tells me, and I shake my head at her without a thought about her concern.

"There's no need," I reassure her, plugging the cord of my earbuds into my phone before popping the buds themselves into my ears.

Jasmine bites her lip as she looks away from me, not saying another word.

I'm glad that she doesn't because I'm playing music loud enough that it could probably permanently damage my hearing.

I'm praying that it can somehow drown out my thoughts.

I don't talk to anyone, not even Jasmine, the whole bus ride. It's quite different from all of the bubbly conversation that Bryce and I were having on the trip down here.

I don't fall asleep either, instead staring at the back of Bryce's head the entire journey.

As soon as we arrive back at the school, we're miraculously dismissed straight away. I don't say anything more to Bryce before I get into the car with my brother, eager to finally get back home.

When we arrive at our place, I hurry up to my room, unpacking all of my things in a rush.

I hang Bryce's sweatshirt up in my closet, realizing that I'm crazy for taking it, but I keep it at the front so I can get to it whenever I please.

I'm thrilled to change out of my jeans and into a pair of shorts. Setting an alarm for two hours in the future, I climb into my bed, hoping to take a well deserved nap.

Much to my dismay, I end up laying in bed with my eyes shut, balled up under the covers but unable to sleep.

My mind won't stop racing and though it feels like very little time has passed, my alarm sounds and I sit up in bed, totally sleepless.

Now annoyed at myself for wasting so much time, I press my face into my hands, feeling the all-too-familiar hot burn of tears in my eyes.

I seem to be so darn emotional lately for no good reason, and I wish that I could just get through a day without feeling any emotion other than happiness.