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"I believe if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade... And try to find someone whose life has given them vodka, and have a party." - Ron White.

Dedication: Emerald_Laufeydottir for the amazing cover! Thank you!

Recap:

"It's okay," I said with a forced smile, before making my way into school.

I rounded the corner and froze. Jasmine was there, leaning on the lockers. She passed a set of keys to Xavier, offering him a flirtatious smile.

My teeth ground together.

They have messed with the wrong girl.

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"Faith."

"Mm."

"You need to get up."

"Eh."

"Come on, you've been in bed for the whole weekend!"

"I don't wanna' get up," I groaned.

This is what my life has become. Lying in bed, too depressed to get up. I didn't even bother to get up for food. Which is saying something. I always want food.

Brooklyn's round, green eyes hovered over mine. "You're lazy."

"I know."

"You're a pig."

"I also know that."

"Come on," she laughed. "Get up. You'll feel better after a shower."

"I don't have the energy," I sighed. "Please just leave me be."

"That would be failing my duty as the best friend."

"No, my best friend should go get me some nutella and watch movies with me. Horror, thriller movies. Strictly no romance shit," I muttered.

"Don't you think a walk would be nice?"

"No."

"You're impossible," she sighed, planting her hands on her hips. "You really just want to sit in inside, on a day like this?"

"I am going to sit here with or without you, Brooklyn."

She sighed. "Fine."

Closing my eyes, I sighed.

When was this pain going to end?

***

"Aaaaaaand my shift is over," Brooklyn said, glancing down at her watch. "Not that I have not enjoyed watching all the Saw movies with you."

"Shift?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's Alex's turn to baby sit you now."

I let out a groan. Great. He was going to make me leave the house for sure. His method of dealing with a post-break up is to go out and have fun. Mine is to eat my body weight in nutella and not move for a week.

Brooklyn was a push-over and I could make her sit beside me for hours watching movies.

Alex on the other hand? Not a chance.

"Don't you dare leave me."

"Bye, have fun!" she sang as she sprinted from my room.

"BROOKLYN!"

"Hey Chooky," Alex called as he entered my room.

He had a loose-fit grey jumper on, a pair of faded, blue, ripped denim jeans and his signature gold watch that looked more expensive than my car.

"Hi Alex," I said in a small voice.

"We're going to go out tonight."

"No we aren't."

"Yes we are."

"No."

"I got invited to a low-key little shindig. You'll love it."

"Please, no," I whined, pulling my blankets up to my chin. "Can I not drown in my tears peacefully?"

"Girrrrrrrl, you need to get out of this bed," he said scrunching up his face. "And you need to make over, real quick."

"I really can't today," I said softly.

"Aw," he said, sitting down beside me. He leaned in close. "I don't give a shit. Get up, we're going out."

Sometimes, I hate Alex.

***

I stared down at myself.

I had a black, high-waisted skater skirt on, my Dr Martens (as usual) and a maroon top that cut a little too low for my liking. Alex insisted. It was something I hadn't worn before, but I must admit, I did look good.

"Hot damn," Alex squealed. "You're a babe."

"Thanks," I laughed, taking another sip of my Canadian Club.

"Ready?" he asked.

He looked hot. He had slim-fit, black chinos on with a white Ralph Lauren polo shirt. His hair was gelled and styled perfectly, making me slightly self-conscious of my own hair.

"I guess."

"Stop it," he warned, flashing me the "look".

Alex has a certain look. The "look" is a mixture of both disappointment and judgement. You don't want to be on the receiving end of it, trust me.

I clamped my lips shut. We had agreed, or he forced me, rather, to be on my best behaviour tonight.

I followed him outside and my mouth fell open as a 2016 black Range Rover was parked out the front of my house.

"Er- Alex, who is this?" I asked.

"Just some guy I'm kind of seeing," he shrugged nonchalantly.

We slid into the car and I winced, my muscles still slightly sore from the accident.

"Nice ride." I said.

"Thanks," a man I've never seen before grinned.

He was definitely in his 20's.

"I'm Faith," I smiled.

"Hey Faith, I'm John."

"Thanks for driving us."

"You're welcome. Sorry to hear about that asshole you've been dating."

I shot Alex a glare who only gave me a sweet smile back. He can never keep a secret. Not that it's really a secret, but I'd rather it not be spread around the town that I got cheated on. Again.

There was never a lapse in conversation as we made our way towards the party. John was chattier than Alex, which I didn't think was possible. After thanking him again, I walked side by side with Alex as we strode into the party.

"John isn't coming?"

"Oh no," Alex replied, waving his hand. "I'm meeting another guy here."

"What?"

"We're not exclusive."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't know how you do it."

"It's easy when you look like this."

I shoved him playfully as we walked through the front door.

"If you ditch me, I'm going to be so pissed," I warned him as I surveyed the area.

I recognised a few faces from school, but majority I didn't know. Which was kind of good, I guess. It might be nice to interact with some new people.

"Let's do shots," Alex suggested, grabbing my hand and pulling me after him.

There were a group gathered around the kitchen.

"Four," Alex announced.

Immediately, four shot glasses were slid in our direction. I didn't hesitate to down them as fast as humanly possible.

We did another two each, before my stomach clenched. I pressed my hand to my mouth to stop myself throwing up. Alex laughed, slapping me on the shoulder.

"I like this side of you," he grinned.

"Of course you do!"

The group soon dispersed to the floor, to play drinking games. Alex said he would "be right back", direct quote. He said that twenty minutes ago. I'm assuming he met up with the guy he was planning to see.

I didn't mind too much at this point, this group was chill and didn't really care that I had just gate crashed. We were currently playing King's Cup.

We continued to play another round after and I got the King's Cup, which meant I ended up consuming a pretty mixed batch of drinks. Feeling giddy, I began squirming around, for some reason unable to keep still.

We began a new game of Never Have I Ever. This was actually fun considering I didn't know these people. It gets boring when you play with the same group of friends all the time. It was interesting too. I was apparently partying with some pretty wild people.

After stumbling to the bathroom and almost throwing up, I made it back successfully in time to begin a game of Spin The Bottle, which I hadn't played for years. My stomach tightened as the girl across from me spun the now-empty Vodka bottle.

Was I ready to possibly kiss someone tonight?

Before I had much time to contemplate, the bottle landed on a cute boy who was sitting a couple of people away from me.

"Jayden, I dare you kiss..." the girl trailed off. "Faith!"

Yeah, we were all on a kind-of first name basis now. I feel like I belong.

And then I realised what she said. My eyes widened as I noticed Jayden begin to crawl towards me. He had soft, olive skin and cute, brown curls that fell messily onto his forehead. He was adorable.

"Hi," he murmured.

"Hey," I laughed, feeling my cheeks burn.

Leaning towards me, he pressed his lips softly to mine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment, forcefully pushing images of Xavier into the back of my mind. He pulled back and smiled at me.

Cheers erupted in the group, before the game continued. Not long later, I got to my feet and staggered slightly, the alcohol hitting me in full force.

"You right?" a voice asked me.

"Yeah," I said with a smile, looking up at Jayden. "I gotta' pee."

He laughed. "Come on, then."

He grabbed my hand and I felt my stomach squirm as I let him lead me towards the bathroom. I followed him in and he locked the door.

"Quite some kiss we shared," he smiled.

"Yeah," I said nervously, looking down at my feet.

"Want to do it again?"

My heart began beating fast. This felt weird. Only mere days ago I was dating Xavier. I haven't even got used to the fact that I'm single again.

Was I ready for this?

I looked up and he was right in front of me. Inches away. I held my breath as he gripped my face with both of his hands and pressed his warm lips to mine, once more. I let myself relax into the kiss.

His fingers ran over my scalp, tugging my hair slightly. Gently, he pushed me back and my butt hit the bathroom sink. I hopped up onto the bench and he squeezed in between my knees, deepening the kiss. I ran my hands down his back and rested them on his butt. I squeezed and he made a deep sound in the back of his throat.

His hand rested on my knee. I felt my fingers tremble as I gripped his shirt. His hand slowly moved up my leg. My heart began slamming into my rib cage.

He's not Xavier. He's not Xavier. He's not Xavier.

The bitter voice whispered the same line, over and over again in my mind.

It was nice to feel wanted. It was nice to be touched. But in saying that, it wasn't the person I wanted. I wanted to be in Xavier's arms. I wanted his lips to be touching mine.

His hand continued to slide up my skirt and I gently pressed my hand on his and pushed it back.

"Sorry," he whispered, breaking the kiss. "Too far?"

I bit my lip. "I just..."

I let out a breath and pulled my chin from his hand, before staring down at the floor. Jayden ran a hand through his hair and leaned back.

"Hey," he said softly. "What's wrong?"

I began to blink furiously, trying to stop the tears from falling, but it was too late. Tears began streaming down my face.

"I just broke up with my boyfriend," I sobbed, pressed my face into my palms. I hiccuped into my hands and stumbled on my breath as I inhaled. I felt breathless as I began to let out the emotions that have been trapped inside my chest ever since I received the photo of him and Jasmine together erupted.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

"No, I'm sorry," I cried, hastily wiping at my face. "You seem like a really nice guy. My friend forced me to come out tonight and I-I-I thought I could b-b-"

"Shh," he said, wrapping his arms around me. "It's okay."

I am completely mortified. Here I was, with this hot, nice guy, ready to make out with me and I just start crying like a baby.

How old am I again?

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine, honestly," he said, stepping back. Tear drops stained his shirt and I felt my face flame. This has got to be the most embarrassing moment of my life. "I broke up with my girl friend of three years, about two months ago. I get it."

"How do you move on?" I whispered, my voice thick. "How do you get over it?"

I know I've been through this before, but I didn't love Jacob. I thought I did at the time, but I didn't. I loved Xavier. And that's why it was so much harder.

He shrugged. "It's hard. Really hard. But eventually, you just have to. I still think about her every day."

I wiped at my eyes. "You seem to be okay."

"You're the first girl I've been with since her," he grinned.

"And I made a complete mess of it," I laughed, looking down into my lap.

"It's alright," he chuckled.

I sniffled and began picking at my already-chipped nail polish.

"How are you getting home?" he asked.

"I'm just going to call my dad," I said lamely.

"Okay. I'll wait with you."

"Thanks Jayden," I murmured.

I dialled dad's number and he answered on the second ring, much to my relief.

It kind of felt good that I got back at Xavier. I moved on.

But the worst part? After all this, I still want Xavier back.

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Sooooo, what do you think about Faith making the step towards moving on? Even though she did have a bit of a meltdown...

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