Dear journal,
I've come to the conclusion that I'm a bad bitch and am NOT going to put up with that asshole's shit, even if he is as hot as I remembered.
-M

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"Let me walk you back to your room," he says while he followed me out the door. I rolled my eyes.

"No," I respond.

"Come on," he begs. "It's only like a five minute walk."

"I threw a drink on you, can't you take a hint?" I ask sassily. I was already at the elevator. I stepped inside expecting him to listen to me, but he simply followed. "Brian-"

"I think the drink throw was hot," he responded. I felt my phone begin to buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at who it was. "Who is it?" He asks. "This 'boyfriend' you speak of?" I ignored him and pressed answer, lifting the phone to my ear.

"Hey, now really isn't a good time to talk," I explain to Scott.

"Oh okay-" Scott begins, but was interrupted.

"Put the phone down, Mitchy," Brian spewed our. My eyes widened.

"Who is that?" Scott asks defensively.

"No one, it's no one," I tell him.

"That doesn't sound like 'no one', Mitch. I'm serious, who is that?" He asks again. "You've been in California for less than a day!" I heard Brian snicker from behind me. The elevator opened up and I quickly walked out. "Mitch, you can't just stop talking."

"Scott, I'm serious too. It's no one." I say. I heard the phone call end, as Scott had hung up on me. I turned to Brian, who was still following me, and pushed him back.

"You're an asshole!" I yell. He began to laugh loudly. I quickly walked to my room and opened the door with the key.

"Glad you let me walk you-" I shut the door before he could finish his sentence. I quickly ran over to my bed and jumped onto it. I tapped on my phone to try and call Scott again, but he wouldn't answer. I called the next best person: Avi. It rang twice before he answered.

"What do you want?" He answers bitterly.

"Wow, nice to talk to you too," I heard him groan. "I need you to tell Scott to call me, I know you two are hanging out, you always are." Avi chuckled.

"You really think he wants to call you?" He asks.

"No, he doesn't want to, that's why I'm telling you to make him."

"Sounds like you're cheating on him," Avi chuckles.

"I am not cheating on him!" I defend.

"Sounds like a cheater to me."

"That's ironic coming from you," I mutter.

"What did you just say?" He asks angrily.

"Just put Scott on the phone," I demand. "Avi, please-" And he hung up on me too. I groaned frustratingly and threw my phone across the bed. I crawled over to it in order to send one text to Scott, knowing he'd at least read it.

To Scott: Look, I know it looked bad but I did NOT cheat on you, ok? I'd be an idiot to do that. Please text me back.

As expected, he read it but did not respond. I heard a knock on the door, figuring my dad had locked himself out of the room. When I opened it, Brian was outside. I groaned and went to shut it again, but he stopped it.

"Hey, Hey, Hey!" He shouts, following me inside. I turned around and pointed at him.

"You are not allowed in here! Get out!" I shout. He threw both of his hands up in surrender and slowly backed out of the room. "Why the hell are you still here?" I ask.

"I didn't get my kiss goodnight," he says.

"You're ridiculous," I say, going to shut the door again. He stopped it just as he did before.

"Okay, that was a joke," he says. "Can I come in? Please? I just want to talk."

"No," I respond.

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no!" I shout. Brian pouted, sticking his lower lip out over his top lip. "You are literally in clothes still covered in alcohol. Don't you want to change?" I ask.

"No," he says. "I want to talk to you."

"Don't you have other people's lives to ruin?" I ask.

"What?"

"You know, other boys you can make terrified to date again. Make them feel like a slut that shouldn't be with anyone." I say sharply. "And then convince them to love you, only to get them to cheat, with you, might I add, and then tell their boyfriends?"

"That was a long time ago, Mitch-"

"Less than a year!" I yell. "That was, like, nine months ago! You don't get it, do you? When I lived in Cali, I was innocent and vulnerable, but I live in Texas now, and I won't take your manipulative bullshit."

"Okay, I'm sorry. Is that what you want?" He asks.

"I want you to go back in time and not fuck me over," I reply. "I want you to know just how much of a jackass you are."

"And you're succeeding!" He exclaims. "You think I don't know that I'm an asshole? I'm not dumb. I know. I take pride in it."

"You're sick," I instantly say. "Go waste somebody else's time, not mine."

"Where is all this even coming from?"

"This is everything I wanted to say to you when you treated me like shit. Everything I was too afraid to tell you." He was silent for a moment.

"What the hell did Texas do to you?"

"It made me humble. I may not live in a big city and wear designer clothes as much anymore, but I sure as hell am I better person in Texas."

"What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to get out of my face," I say sharply. "You've done enough. My boyfriend is mad at me now, thinking that I cheated on him."

"If he thinks that you cheated from me saying one thing, than maybe that relationship isn't too good in the first place." He explains.  "Doesn't have any trust."

"And you don't have a right to tell me how my relationship works." I respond.