The last year of Hollywood Arts always had a party at the end. You were invited. After all, it was your last year too. A few drinks and some hours into it, your mind wandered to where Jade was, and you found her.

You found her having a heated conversation with Beck, her boyfriend. It ended with Beck storming out of the room, and out of the party in general. No one noticed, but you. You walked over, she was crying and holding her face.

“Go away.” She hissed, sobs clogging her throat.