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You know that sick feeling you get in the pit of your stomach?

The one that churns your insides and makes you weak at the knees?

Well, try feeling that a billion times over. Fucking hell –I'm getting too deep for my own good.

As I marched through the double door entrance, I was determined. Nothing was going to deter me from my mission. Well, that was until -

"Err. Mini?"

I recognized that unforgettable irritating drone anywhere. I turned, and sure enough; there stood Grace's mong of a boyfriend. But what did he want with me?

"Yes, what?" I huffed, rolling my eyes.

He glared at me. "Look, I don't want to talk to you about as much as you want to talk to me, but Alo's my best mate so fucking –just fucking act like a grown up."

My first instinct was to walk away from the atrocity, he looked like hell incarnated –but then the reality of his words struck me.

"Wait, what?"

"Oh Christ, not you too. Honestly, when did I become fucking Dr Phil?" he grumbled.

"OK, you're gonna have to start speaking English Emo-boy, because I'm not following."

"Surprise, surprise." he mumbled darkly.

I breathed, annoyed –and got set to walk back home.

"Oh god, Wait." Rich exhaled. "I know."

For fucks sake, did everyone? First Franky and now Valhalla. There seemed to be a lot of sodding knowing going around lately.

"Oh yeah?" I turned, my back facing the entrance doors. "And what exactly do you know?"

He started towards me defiantly.

"I know that you and my best mate have been secretly shagging – I know that he's now got a girlfriend, a prospect that seemed impossible before –I know that he dumped her last night after coming to mine at three in the morning in a fit of rage – I know that you've been sulkier than usual – and I know quite certainly, as does everyone I reckon, that he's miserably in love with you, and you him."

I blinked.

"Look," he sighed. "Why don't you just do us all a favour –just swallow your pride and tell him how you feel. Because, as much as I love playing matchmaker, if I have to watch him silently glare into space once more-

"I don't love Alo."

The words tumbled out of my mouth quicker than I had time to process them. They must be true then.

Richard –as Grace calls him- looked taken aback.

"Stop lying."

"Who's lying?" I crossed my arms over my chest tightly.

Richard stared at me bleakly.

"Look –

"No! No I won't fucking look!" I yelled, causing a few students to turn and face me –we were, after all in the middle of reception.

I spat out every single word.

"How you, a greasy little wrist slitter, can stand there, and presume to tell me what I can and cannot feel! I'll tell you how I feel about your friend, and you can quote this back to him if you like - I have never, nor will I EVER, love that thing you call a person. He makes my skin crawl – the only reason I ever did what I did in the first place was out of sheer pity for the obvious poverty he's living in, boredom, and if I'm quite honest –I had a good laugh at him afterwards."

By this time, half the college had turned to speculate my embarrassment, I was after all, positively reeling, never before had the red mist descended so far.

Richards face looked pointedly disgusted with me, as was I – I couldn't believe I had said those things. It was true that I didn't love Alo, but I didn't need to add salt to the wound.

His glare was one of fury, which was until – he caught sight of something behind me, and his face softened into one of despair.

I almost didn't need to turn round to see who it was –but did so anyway.

He looked ashen faced, with dark circles under his eyes. He was wearing what looked to be his mum's jumper – in which he had cut the sleeves off. His hair was a disarray of orange, he always did say his hair looked better then he hadn't slept –he wasn't lying.

He looked exactly like Farm-boy, but shattered.

No words left his mouth, in fact there was no emotion on his face whatsoever as he casually strolled past me up the corridor.

Richard gazed after him, and brought it back down to me in which he sneered.

This wasn't how I had planned it to go, I was just so sick of everyone, so sick of myself.

I spun on my heel and hurried to the door.

"That's right, run away little girl –do us all a favour and don't bother coming back." Richard called after me.


I must have sat on college green for hours, because the clouds were darkening through the trees. I stood up, brushed myself off and started to walk.

I didn't bother going home. It wasn't home really; it was just a house with my stuff in it.

Instead, I went to the most unlikely of places. Liv's.

I needed to get fucked, now.

The house was familiar –I had been here enough as a child- her mum's car as usual was gone. Accept I don't think she was off shagging random men, she was doing her job.

I don't know why, but I let myself in. It was stupid – we hadn't spoken in weeks, and yet I still entered the way I used to –key under her mother's Venus flytrap.

The house was dark, but there was a light on upstairs –Liv's light to be precise, so I knew she must be in.

I wondered for a moment where her little sister was, but the thought rapidly left my mind as I saw a bottle of Bacardi, half drunk –with two glasses on the kitchen counter. I immediately helped myself, and started throwing down what was left. It was about my sixth glug when I heard it.

I quietly heaved myself off the chair and crept upstairs. The alcohol was strong –or maybe I was a lightweight- but I had to stop myself from stumbling on the top stair.

I could hear it clearly now.

Liv was moaning loudly, the bed springs were creaking like mad. Great, I hope her and Matty are having a grand old time.

I was about to walk down the stairs when I froze in my tracks.

"Oh god, Liv." He hissed.

The creaking of the springs increased as I made my way to the open door.

There, thrust down upon a compliant Liv, in all his glory, was Farm -Boy.


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-Laura