Almost a week had gone by since the party. I was lucky that the day after the party was my day off. I had spent the entire day in my bed, living on aspirins and avoiding my phone every time I heard a *ding* coming from it, letting me know that Julian was probably texting me. I felt awful about my behaviour from the night before. Even if I was pissed and felt angry. I never should have pulled Julian into it, by using him to make someone else jealous.
What if I gave Julian mixed signals and now think that I’m really into him?
Ready to start a relationship with him, which isn't true at all?
Around four in the afternoon, I had found the strength within myself to get up and drag my body towards the shower. Feeling like a whole new person once I was freshly cleaned. I had done the rest of
