Opposite by Sabrina Carpenter

So y'all are in Paris now? Guess it's public, face like that other girl you're in love with, you knew I would see that, you knew I would notice. She looks nothing like me, can't really tell, should I be tryna take it as a compliment? It's kinda feeling like the opposite. She looks nothing like me, so why do you look so happy? Now I think I get the cause of it, you were holding out to find the opposite.

It's been over two months. Two months since I broke up with my long-term boyfriend. Two months since I fought with my sister and her boyfriend. Two months since I closed myself off to all my roommates. Two months since my last shred of humanity snapped.

I don't have it in me to grieve them. I lost everyone, and not a single emotion other than fear courses through my body. It's the end of May. School's got one week until summer. I still haven't slept a full night. I've officially lost my mind. 

School isn't a priority anymore. Not when it puts me in danger. 

My stalker hasn't done a thing to me. But I've still been on edge. I know they're watching. I know they're waiting til I'm at my weakest to pounce.

"Paris. There's a party tonight. I really think it'd be good for you to be there." Maddie calls from outside my door. My eyes remain glued to the one thing I've been staring at for 5 months now. My board. 

I can't rule a single person out, but I can scour my mind and search for every ounce of evidence. Every interaction with each person. Every single thing.

"Can't." I yell back monotonously. "C'mon. You gotta get back out there." Rachel adds sympathetically. 

"Fuck off." I scowl through the bolted door. "If you don't come we're gonna call for a doctor. We're seriously worried." Hayden informs me.

"Call a doctor and see what happens." I growl, not even fazed by the threat. "Paris! Come on! Get out!" Maddie booms, clearly fed up.

"Why?" I ask hesitantly. They must have something planned. Why are they so persistent?

"Because your ex boyfriend has been shacked up for the past month with a literal supermodel, and a pregnancy scandal whilst you're rotting in this bedroom alone." Wyatt snaps through the door.

That actually makes my heart beat in a way it hasn't for a while. My whole body being covered in chills, each goosebump seeming to stab my flesh.

"What?" I call back, my interest finally peaked as I fumble to unlock the padlocks on the door.

Maddie, Rachel and Hayden all scold Wyatt for letting slip. I clench my jaw as I step forward, ready to defend myself should I need to, but focusing more on the bigger issue.

"That got her out." Hayden snorts. "Grayson's dating already?!" I demand. They anxiously look around, trying to pretend they didn't tell me.

"Show me your phone." I yell at Maddie, who hesitantly obliges, passing me her cell phone, already opened up on his private instagram.

At least 4 photos of him and gorgeous lady. 

She's got perky tits and a clearly plastic ass, but behind the plastic on her face I can tell she's older than him. She must be 30 at least. Her waist is paper thin, and her facial bones are sharp. Her short brown hair is pinned perfectly in place. Her brown eyes gaze off the camera to the party. She's laughing at something he must've said. How can someone look so gorgeous laughing? Her teeth are straight, her lips pink and her eyes big. She's got makeup perfectly and neatly spread across her face, not that she even needs it though. 

In the first photo she's laughing, wearing a skimpy little dress that can barely be described as that. It's just fabric. It's one of those dresses celebrities wear so you can see everything. It's just a sheer dress clinging to her body and showing off her perfect boobs. I contemplate clawing off my own when looking at hers. His arm is wrapped around her stomach protectively, a small smirk on his lips as if he just said something cheeky.

The second photo she's literally sitting on his lap. The third, they're at a beach, her in a tiny bikini and him in shorts, showing off every ab hand crafted by god himself. It gives me a little tickle in my stomach, almost like butterflies, but they stop instantly when my eyes meet her again. 

And the last photo is the one that truly stabs me in the heart. They're in Paris. Standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, his hand is on her stomach and he's kissing her cheek from behind. Their outfits are luxurious and flattering. If I wasn't completely deranged right now, I'd be on the floor sobbing. I know he's thinking about me. How could he not be whilst he's in my city.

I can understand the concept of her being pregnant, not because she looks even remotely pregnant, but because of the hand placement in almost all the photos.

Her name is Beatrice Von Thalion, she's a supermodel from Paris. Ironic. 

It's like Grayson returned me at the store and upgraded to the better, older, hotter version. And the comments seem to agree. 

About time he ditched her, I was getting tired

Wait they broke up??

This girl's pregnant and is still skinnier than @ParisRooney 

Double smash

Lmao he finally got someone in his league

Not to be dramatic, but I'd die for you both

Okay, I'll be the one to say it. Who tf is Paris and since when was Grayson in a relationship?

The radio silence on her page speaks volume, she's clearly bitter he ended things.

Did Paris die — like I'm not joking, is she dead? I genuinely haven't seen shit about her since that football game when the audio of them fucking was leaked.

Thank god the contract ran out

I'm glad we can finally stop pretending she was on his level.

Who is Paris? 

Bea's so fineeeee

Going to the place she was named after just to rub it in? ICONIC!! 

Wait but they still follow each other, what is happening?!

I heard she cheated... who cheats on Grayson Hawthorne?

The smile on his face is so clear, he's finally free.

Surprised it lasted this long

Wait no this can't be real.

I'd kill to be a fly on the wall for that breakup

I take mental notes of every name I see commenting, just in case it's a total stranger stalking me. I hand the phone back and slam the door shut. I hear the array of sighs.

But whilst they give up and start to walk away, I throw on a little makeup, a hot dress and quickly curl my hair. 

I step out of my room just in time to catch them leaving. They look a little surprised, but they open the car door and we leave together.

Every atom in my body is fighting this. Begging me to go home. But my stupid heart is telling me to get drunk, find a hot guy and make sure to get caught fucking him. 

The second we arrive at the house party my nerves are shot, every single person around me could be ready to kill me momentarily. 

I don't get as many stares as normal when I wear this dress. I've lost some weight, a lot in my boobs and butt, so the dress doesn't cater to my assets as well as normal. I don't care though.

Entering the kitchen, I take a plastic cup, running it under the tap to rinse off any drugs that could've been meticulously placed there for me. I open a new bottle of vodka from the counter despite one already being half drunk. I can't risk anything. I pour a full glass, hoping it keeps me going all night. I place a clean paper towel over the top, sealing it with a hair tie. And then I stab a straw through. Perfect.

Once I've drank at least a third, I feel enough courage to find a guy. I try not to think about who I pick, the tipsiness helps.

I settle for a tall brunette. He looks familiar, maybe one of Grayson's old roommates. He seems quick to oblige, kissing all the way down my neck.

I drag him by the shirt off his feet in the direction of anywhere private.

"Upstairs?" He offers, his accent sending chills down my spine. Danny. He sounds just fucking like him.

My skin covers in goosebumps and I start to contemplate running right now. Danny is dead.

I know for certain it's the paranoia talking, because this clearly isn't him, but I start scouring my mind for solutions. He could be wearing a mask. That was probably the dumbest thought I've ever had.

I down the rest of my drink, making sure the nerves settle enough to let me get railed without thinking he'll fucking kill me. 

"No. Here." I growl to him, running a hand down his thin t-shirt. Partly so he can't kill me in private, and also so someone walks in, gets a photo and posts it so Grayson can see I've moved on too.

And that's exactly what happens. He pulls me into the bathroom, fucks me against the sink, and then someone walks in. I make sure to keep my dress on so I'm not actively leaking my sex tape.

The guy groans with disgust, calling over his other friends so they can all laugh. Some of them take videos. The guy inside of me starts to pull away but I drag him back, slamming his body against mine, making sure to moan dramatically and lean my head back.

"Hey! Come on!" Rachel yells, noticing what's happening and slamming the door shut so the crowd of college boys can't keep recording.

The boy with messy hair smirks down at me as he cums, me following shortly after.

"Rebound sex is so fucking hot." He growls, nipping his teeth against the skin on my neck. I widen my eyes up at him, worried that he found out I only hooked up with him to get to Grayson. Evidently on his face, he did in fact realize, but doesn't care. He winks and saunters back to the party.

I scramble to roll my underwear back on and remind myself to ask my friends about him later and maybe even get his number, because that was hot as hell.

Stumbling back to the party after finishing my drink I am utterly and outrageously drunk out of my mind.

The nerves of dying have floated away, and I'm finally having more fun than I've had in months. I dance around with not just my friends, but with strangers too. 

I feel the music pumping through my freshly fucked body as I spin around and jump all over the place. The world moves in slow motion, and I finally have a smile on my face.

(a/n. In case you couldn't tell, there was supposed to be a filler chapter in between this chapter and the last, but my stupid ass was working offline and none of it saved. But I guarantee you guys wouldn't have liked it anyway because it was literally so boring and repetitive, so everyone say thank you to May for being stupid. In case you haven't seen by the way, I made playlists finally for all my fics on spotify. My username is like a spam of random letters because it wouldn't let me choose it but now I can't even change it? Anyway, everyone check it out, link if in the comments <3)