"She seems, nice." I tell him once she leaves.
He shrugs.
"Are you gonna be okay if I go find my fraternity brothers? Don't mean to ditch you but."
"Of course, Miah, go have fun."
"Okay, bye!"
"I Love you."
"Love ya."
He walks away.
I go and find Belly and Taylor.
After a couple hours of drinking and dancing, Jere finally returns with his friend, and he takes one step and spills an entire drink over me, not even noticing.
"I'm gonna go find a bathroom." I say, annoyed.
"Okay, see you later y/f/n."
After seeing the downstairs bathrooms queue, I go through to the kitchen to start washing my dress, only to find a sorority girl throwing up in it.
I sigh and make my way back upstairs to find one.
Yes, one with no queue at all.
I shut the door and start wringing out the dress, and putting dabs of hand wash where the main stains are. I pee, fix my hair and start unlocking the door.
As I do, I hear a few voices, which at first doesn't faze me, but one of them, one, is her, Lacie. I lean my back against the still closed door and listen.
"But you, with him? You're so lucky he's insanely hot." A girl says.
"Wait, isn't he dating someone? That older girl, from Brown?"
"Hey, you're gonna spill my secrets, what happens in Milan stays in Milan.
What happens in Milan, stays in Milan.
They can't be talking about Jere, my Jere, my Jeremiah. There must be a misunderstanding.
I throw open the door and Lacie throws a hand to her mouth and all of the other girls take in small, sharp breaths of air.
I tear up as I push past them, finding Jeremiah, anger boiling up inside of me.
He's dancing so I grab his arm with all my force and pull him aside.
"We need to talk."
"Later." He slurs.
"No," I yell. "We are talking now."
"Oh, okay?"
I grab his wrist and drag him upstairs to his frat bedroom.
I hate the next thought that pops into my head, truly hate it.
But I can't stop thinking it.
Conrad wouldn't have done this.
I know that's true, and this whole time I've been having simple dreams about him, and thinking that I'm betraying Jeremiah, meanwhile he's been lying to my face for months about sleeping with the hottest girl I know.
I was annoyed at myself, thinking I was horrible for laying with Jeremiah and thinking of Conrad, but never in a million years would I have cheated, on my lovely boy.
I didn't think he'd ever stoop so low.
He sits on his bed and I stay standing, pacing around the room.
I try to think of what to say, but my mind is racing at 100 miles an hour so I just shout it.
"Did you hook up with Lacie Barone in Milan?"
His face turns white.
"What?"
"Did you kiss Lacie Barone, behind my back, on vacation, And did you keep it from me for months?"
"Y/N."
"You know what I heard her say, what happens in Milan stays in Milan, is that what you thought too?"
"Y/N." He repeats.
"Tell me the fucking truth."
"I did."
My knees turn weak and I fall to the floor.
"It meant nothing, it was on some random vacation and I was just bored and drunk it doesn't matter to me."
"It matters to me."
"Come on, Lacie."
Now my face is white.
"Y/N," He says quickly. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry it didn't mean anything."
"I am not Lacie Barone." I yell.
"And I'm not Conrad Fisher."
"Don't you dare, don't you even fucking dare, you cheat on me, and try to make me the villain, ME?"
"I'm sorry, I'm drunk and can't get the right words, im sorry, im so sorry, im sorry."
"Don't apologise to me."
"Please, y/n, I want to spend my life with you, I want to marry you and have mini Jeremiah's and mini y/n's."
"We are done, Jeremiah, if you even think we can come back from this."
"We can, we can, we're that couple, y/n and Jere, please."
"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!"
He does.
And I start to cry.
He wraps and arm around me and I hit his hand away.
I look up and he tries to wipe my tears and whisper to me.
"It wasn't my fault, you know how much I've been struggling with my Moms death."
"Don't you dare use Susannah to excuse your actions."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, but y/n," I look up at him with sorrow, I don't know if I can take anymore. "I need to tell you the full truth."
I don't answer him with words, just an expression of fury.
"We had sex."
I find my hand striking his face, leaving a red blotchy hand print.
I can't believe it, he can't.
"Y/N, I'm sorry."
I stand up, open the door and sprint all the way to the bus stop.
I sit there, tears still streaming down my face, and wait for the bus.
How could he? I've never had sex with him before, I've only had sex once in my whole life and I'm 22 years old. How could he?
'I'm so scared of my guitar, so I'll lay in your arms and pretend that it's love"