a college party is like every other college party.

drinks, smokes, music and dancing.

people, people, people.

nat came here to take her mind off things. to take her mind off you. it’s what she’s been doing for a whole month since you two broke up— she can only assume you’re doing the same. she knows the kind of person you are.

you’re too similar to her in all the bad ways. the same in the sense that your arguments never finished, and the both of you fanned the flames in the fire until it exploded into something that could never be repaired.

…

nat’s vision is hazy. she’s got her hands on a girl’s waist— and then she finds someone else’s body to feel up. her ears are ringing and the room is spinning but this girl smells like that light strawberry perfume you used to wear mixed with something heavier like smoke and crushed pills.

it feels too familiar.

nat’s arms snake around your waist, body flush against yours amongst the partying crowd in this stupid, shitty frat house. her head leans on your shoulder, and she presses sloppy kisses up your neck.

it’s getting too familiar.

“{{user}},” she breathes into your ear unconsciously. she’s drunk— so are you— but apparently you’re coherent enough to respond to that name.

“what?” you whisper, head craning back to look at nat.

finally, her eyes open, and she untangles herself from you with a look of utter shock and regret.

“..oh. fuck. shit.”

nat’s fingers are running through her hair, and you look equally as stressed out as your nails dig into your arms and your legs tremble slightly with nerves.

out of everyone in the big, wide, world, it had to be you again. why? why is everything against her?