No guy is worth crying over

Emily's POV~~~

My head spun as his thin lips moved, the words slowly registering in my brain. Perhaps it took longer than it needed to because of their sheer ridiculousness.

"What?" I asked again, though I already heard it loud and clear.

"I am sorry. I really can't do this anymore. You know how these past few months have been. I don't want to keep lying to myself any longer and definitely not to you. It's not healthy." Liam said.

What was he talking about? Just a couple of weeks ago, he told me how he was grateful for ever having met me, and now this? Was this because of the whole coronation thing?

I stood up, unable to hold myself back anymore. I did not want to break down in front of him damn it.

No. There was no way I am going to let him see me cry today.

"Alright. I understand." I somehow managed to squeeze out a couple of words.

And once I started speaking, the rest of the words flowed..?

"So I am going to go now… Umm… because you were like 40 minutes late and I have someplace I need to be."

I rushed out of the restaurant without turning back, my breath still caught in my throat.

I could feel the eyes of strangers looking at me again but I kept moving, half-walking and half-running.

I am sure they could already tell what was going on.

Oh shit! Were my eyes red?

I heard the restaurant door close behind me, a small chime ringing and only then I could breathe.

I needed to leave. I needed to get the hell out of here.

"Taxi!" I called, my voice croaking.

Usually, I took a quick picture of the license plate for safety purposes, but I couldn't be bothered tonight and simply jumped in.

"Red Oaks University please."

I leaned back on the leather seat which smelled like cologne. The person who sat here before me clearly had very bad taste.

Ugh. What a strong smell! Or was it BO?

Perfect! It was just what I needed to make this day better.

Thankfully, at least the traffic was not a bitch tonight. Buildings and gardens flashed past me, the cab arriving at the gates of my dorm surprisingly quickly.

"Thank you, sir." I shoved a few bills onto the driver's palm and sprung out of the cab, the urgency still in my actions as if I was running away.

I guess I was running away, which was something that I am not used to doing.

I am more of a stay and fight back girl, the confrontational type. Not that I liked it. But I needed to be.

If I don't stand up for myself… who else will?

I raced into the dorms, beelined for my room, and locked it before anyone could talk to me.

"You are back already?" Stella asked, her little head peeking out from under the thick blanket.

She was my roommate, my best friend, and one of the best damn human beings on this planet.

Mmhm. I hummed and flopped onto my bed, without uttering another word. The dress I was wearing rode up because of my posture revealing my lacy underwear.

"Girl! Close your legs. I don't want to see that!" Stella giggled, but she stopped teasing me after seeing that I didn't have my usual snarky comebacks ready and packed to go.

"Hey seriously. What happened?" She hopped out of her cozy comfort zone and wobbled on over to me.

In fact, she had paused a thriller movie to come to talk to me which only showed how much she loved me. Besties for life!

But… I was in no mood to talk…

"Leave me alone, bish," I whined and pulled my blanket to hide from the cruel cruel world.

However, the next instant, a strong hand grabbed the blanket and yanked me out from under it.

"Did that bastard do something to you?" Stella asked. The girl could be freakishly strong when she wanted to be!

And considering that she was a human, it always left me dumbfounded.

"Give it back to me!" I fought for my safe haven, which she now clutched in her hand.

"First, tell me what happened. Did that jerk scold you for not wanting to attend the rehearsal dinner? I knew he wouldn't understand. Hmph."

Stella was never a fan of Liam and to date, I had no clue why. He was always polite and respectful to her, but she thought that the man was a total flake.

This bothered me before because I would rather prefer the two special people in my life to get along, but now, it was strangely comforting.

"You knew it all along, girlfriend!" I gave her a thumbs-up, a small chuckle escaping my lips.

However, the next instant, all the emotions I had bottled up, started spilling and I shoved my head into the pillow, ruining the cover with my mascara.

"He broke up with me." My voice squeaked out after getting smothered.

"The hell?" I saw Stella's eyes going wide from the corner of my eyes. "Are you being serious, right now?" She asked, getting angrier than me.

"I knew that asshole was a piece of work! What reason did he give?"

"Does that even matter?" I answered, my head still buried in the soft messy pillow.

"Girl! No! Nope. No. No. NO! You are not crying over that dickhead. Do you hear me? No guy is worth crying over but that asshole is sure as shit not!"

I felt my friend's strong lady hands tug at me, pulling me back from my self-pity.

"Get up, girl! We are going out!"

"I… Ummm…"

I hesitated as I didn't feel particularly up for it, but seeing Stella in her warrior pose, arms crossed in front of her and all, I knew that the topic was not up for discussion.

"Well, I guess a drink or two will cheer me up." I squeezed a smile and picked myself up to wash off the ruined makeup from my face.

Fuck! What a waste of time that was!