The vodka travels down my throat, burning, as it's my third bottle now. My head hurts and my eyes are watering, but I don't care. I need to forget.

I want to forget.

October 21st. Today is my 18th birthday.

18 years ago today, my mum dumped me, like I mean nothing to her, meant nothing to her.

For this reason, I've never been one to celebrate my birthday,

I grab my phone and groan, I have missed calls from Missy, Jagger, Rhiannon and this girl named Amber that I slept with on my second week of college.

I text them all a quick Why'd you call? text before placing my phone back on the side.

Lina is in a lesson, I don't know what lesson, so I have the room to myself.

I grab my phone again and text the boys, instructing them to come over after classes, only Jagger knows its my birthday and he respects me enough to not tell the whole world if I don't want it known.

As I'm making my bed, I see Lina's duvet all messy and her pillows on the floor, and laugh to myself.

A strange feeling of warmth comes over me, but I brush it away as fast as it came.

I make her bed, just to be polite, I'm a good roommate and then go to make some Nutella toast.

Lina loves Nutella toast.

Why do I care?

I shudder as I eat my toast, then the door knocks and I quickly whack some shorts on, but no top.

"Hello?" I say as I open the door, to be met with a crying Rhiannon.

My face furrows in confusion. "Rhi? Are you okay? Come in."

I gesture for her to come in and she looks at me with gratitude and sadness, before sitting on Lina's bed.

"She hates me, Sin. Because of what I told you. I didn't wanna lose my best friend, I just, I don't know. I thought that maybe if I told you, and you spent time with her, it would make things easier for her? But instead she just walked away, and now, now she hates me, Sin." She sniffles.

Shit.

I'm not good with crying females.

I go over to Rhiannon and wrap an arm around her, I haven't seen her like this before so their friendship must be pretty serious.

"Shhh, it's okay, Rhiannon, just breathe, okay?" I whisper as she sobs into my chest.

Despite seeing Rhiannon's pain, I can't help but wish it was Lina laying on my chest crying, confiding in me. I may have only known her two months, but I can tell there's a lot in her mind, and I haven't once seen her show any pain.

Why do I keep thinking about her?

After about half an hour, the boys turned up and Brandon took Rhiannon back to his room, promising he'd come back later.

Jagger, that dickhead Patrick and some of their mates come.

Jagger got a new roommate, Apollo, but he stayed for all of three days. A new girl is coming soon to be his roommate, and as you can imagine, he is extremely gassed about this.

"Where's Cat, mate?" Patrick asks, looking round the room.

My fists clench. "Lina isn't here, mate."

Jagger looks at me in confusion, then it looks like he comes to some form of a realisation before winking and handing me a bottle of beer.

Strange.

I open the beer as we sit in silence, it's fucking Patrick and his mates being boring asses.

After a few drinks, okay, like ten each, we suddenly feel more comfortable.

We talk about shit like football and basketball, and some talk about Paige  being the biggest slut of our year. Normally, I stick up when a female is being talked shit about, but honestly, they aren't wrong.

I begin to wonder where Lina is, cause it's so late, and shes still not back.

Patrick's friends leave, but unluckily Patrick stays, although I have to admit he's far more bearable drunk.

Jagger does yet another impression of him fucking a girl.

"That's what I'd like to do to Cat, she seems so easy, don't she? And she's so hot, I've seen a photo of her and Rhiannon naked before, when they were like sixteen, so not even that long ago."

Anger boils through my blood, I don't know why, I'm presuming its because of the way he's speaking about a female, or cause I remember Rhiannon's tears today, and this geeza could be the reason she sheds more.

Or maybe it's because you have a soft spot for a certain type of pussy.

No, I tell myself, before glaring at Patrick.

"What did you just say?"

Patrick smirks, "She's hot bro, isn't she? I'd love to fuck, and by the way she flirts with me, I reckon she'd fuck me for drugs, she's giving me a blowie before for them."

Jagger looks at my fists clenching.

"Sin, no. He ain't worth it, mate, just take a chill
pill. Breathe."

But it's too late. I close my eyes, and my fist connects with his face.

Shit.

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