Okay, so I thought nothing could ruin my day.

Megara came home around 2pm with Gaston. I was a little annoyed, and a little embarrassed from our previous encounter, but I figured Gaston was too drunk that night or too tired to remember anything. I sat on my bed and kept watching the documentary I had on about some famous serial killer.

About half and hour later, Megara left, leaving Gaston and me alone in the room together. There was a strange tension in the air. It made me very uncomfortable; I didn't like being a lone with him. Something inside me told me that I had to leave. Now. I walked over to my desk to grab my keys and bag when I felt him come up behind me.

Gaston was big. Not fat by any means, but extremely muscular. He was on our college football and rugby teams, and from what I heard, he was one of the star players for both sports.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously, yet sternly.

"C'mon, Elsa, I want what Jack got last night"

"What?" I asked, fear growing inside me. He grabbed my waist from behind and I felt his member against my backside. I quietly reached in the front pouch of my bag.

He pushed me so I was bent over the desk, "don't play dumb, we all heard what happened. Don't worry, I'm more experienced than he is, it'll feel a lot bet—"

I held my breath and turned around to face him, shutting my eyes as I unleashed the contents of my small canister of mace that I had pulled from my bag. He began coughing violently, clearly caught off guard and I ran as fast as I could out the door Megara was in the hallway, walking back with a bag of food boxes in her hand. I ran past her and down the stairs until I was walking along the sidewalk into the campus.

My fear quickly turned to anger. Jack lied about me. I wiped the tears that forming in my eyes away. Why would he do that? I thought I was more to him than his reputation. Or at least that he wasn't that kind of guy. I couldn't shake the sick feeling from my stomach. My chest felt like someone was squeezing it without the intention to release.

Since it was Saturday, there were only one or two people on campus. I sat below a tree in an area of grass tucked away. I emptied my hands and was happy to see I had held onto my key in the chaos. I looked at my pink can of pepper spray and laughed a little. I never thought I'd have to use it, let alone use it in my own room. Gaston will probably tell Megara that I'm crazy, I laughed again, how did this all happen to me?

The snow around me on the grass was cold but refreshing. My head still hurt so I lied down in the ice. Somehow, my worries seemed to melt away when I was there, surrounded by the solid water. I didn't care that Jack lied or that Gaston was a creep. I was the same, right? I could just crawl back into the kingdom of isolation I came from.

I closed my eyes, comforted by the cold around me.

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until I woke up. I sat up, glad no one seemed to have disturbed me or come across me and checked my phone. It was 6pm and I still haven't received the promised text message from Jack. If anything, that would completely lift my spirits, and I begged for it to come sooner. I needed it. I got up and brushed the snow off of me. My stomach started to growl so I thought it best to make my way to the cafeteria.

I sat alone, like always, and noticed Megara sitting at a large table with some of her friends. Pitch was among them, right next to her. It looked like she was consoling my roommate. That's when I noticed that Meg had her makeup running and smeared down her cheeks, and that her eyes were red and the skin around them looked irritated and puffy. She's probably upset about Gaston, I thought to myself, I wonder what he told her when she walked in; he would probably still have been coughing, and his eyes still sore.

Pitch didn't have a loud voice, but it wasn't hard to pick up their conversation. Part of me felt like she wanted me to overhear her.

"If he says she seduced him, then she did. I mean, how well do you know her? She slept with Jack last night; she's probably just that easy. She probably got him with her mace because she didn't want him to tell anyone."

"She just always seemed so nice," Megara wiped her eyes, "a bit weird, but still nice."

"People aren't always as they seem," Pitch replied to her.

You're one to talk, I scoffed at myself. It was as if she heard my thoughts, because she looked at me with a deadly gaze. I pretended not to notice as I drank the last of my water and wiped my mouth with a napkin. I put my dishes back and walked back to my room, the sun setting behind the building, lighting up the clouds in the sky in a beautiful way that was almost depressing to me.

I took a shower and got ready for bed, finished up some homework, and settled in my bed. It was only 10pm, early for me and for a Saturday night, but I wanted the day to end sooner. I still hadn't received a text from Jack and I was starting to feel extremely discouraged about the entire situation.

Rumors were flying, I supposedly slept with two guys in a time frame of barely over twelve hours, my roommate hates me, the guy I thought actually likes me wants nothing to do to me, and our, or I guess my enemy has found a way to make my life miserable. It was frustrating.

I sighed in my bed, it's amazing how things can change so fast.

Megara entered the room and I pretended to be asleep. I didn't want to deal with any more drama by confrontation. She fell asleep quickly, probably exhausted by emotions, but I stayed wide-awake, sorting my thoughts.

It was then, in that moment that I made a decision. I was going to push away all these things causing so much negative energy in my life. No more parties, no more sleepovers with boys, no more gossip, no more drama, no more Pitch, no more Jack Frost.