Heart Broken.

                                    

                                          
          I didn't remember anything after that. Oh my god. No no no. No. This is exactly what I didn't want happening. 
I quickly throw the white covers of the hotel's bed off of me and search for my phone. Surely something on there tells me what something, anything, about what happened last night. I found it. It was in my pocket of the jeans I wore last night, I found them lying on the bathroom floor. I pulled it out and unlocked it. Other then some missed calls and texts from Ethan, I guess he couldn't find me so he called and texted. Anyway. Ariana was there in my notifications. She sent me texts like ' hey baby, you home from the party yet?' and 'hello grayy?' That was around 11 last night. 
Then I went through my missed calls. Oh. Looks like I faced timed ariana around 11:20. I have no memory of that what so ever. So I got to my voice mails. 2 from Ariana and 1 from Brooke.
                          
Voice mail 1- Ariana - 10:40pm
" hey baby I don't know if your home from the party yet or if your asleep. Just calling to check in on you. Love you, text me or call me back as soon as you can. Bye." 
                          
Voice mail 2- Ariana - 11:36pm
"uhm, uh Grayson this is Ariana. Look uhm i don't know uh I'm mean I'm sorry that I bumped into you that day. And I-I am breaking up with you. And -I-I I'm sorry I can't do this anymore." And the voice mail clicks off.
                          
Oh my fucking god. What just happened. From the voicemail she was crying hysterically. She was always so sensitive. I knew that. That's why she never dated. She was so scared of getting hurt. And I was careful. I was. Until that girl. That's it. 
                          
That girl. 
                          
She did this. She must of drugged me. She put something in my drink. She spiked it. Damn it. How fucking dumb could I have been. I messed up big time. Big time. Then I listened to the voice mail Brooke left me.
                          
Voice mail 3- Brooke - 11:53pm.
" I don't who the fuck you think you are but I can't tell you one thing you are a fucking dick. What the fuck is wrong with you. You don't facetime you god damn girlfriend and tell her shit about herself and how you 'truly' felt when u first met her and that you wished you never met her. And then you go make out with another fucking chick on camera RIGHT INFROUNT OF HER. I'm so fucking done with you. Ariana, is so fucking done with you." 
                          
   I scream loudly in frustration and grab one of the pillows and throw at the wall. It wasn't satisfying, but I don't wanna do and real damage. I fucked up my friendship with Brooke, and most of all my relationship with Ariana. I have to go. I have to go home. Right now. And fix all of this mess. I can try to convince Brooke and she might be understanding, but Im scared Ariana wouldn't be as understanding.
                          
I find Ethan and tell him that its urgent and she catch the next flight back to New Jersey. Its going to be a long ride. At least now I have this time to fill in ethan completely on what happened. 
                          
----Ariana's POV-----
                          
     I wake up in my bed. I didn't want to wake up. I didnt want to get up and start another dreadful day. I just wanna lay in my bed forever and die right here. My eyes are sore. My face stained with mascara and eyeliner that I forgot to take off. I sit up in bed. Only to just keep think more about last night. It was late. But not to late. Grayson said the party would end around 10:30-11:00-ish I called around ten-ish he didn't answered so I left a voicemail. I watched a movie in my room then I got a facetime call from Grayson. I answered. He was still at the party.
                          
   I couldn't remember all from detail. I do remember what he said. And what he did. Those hurt me the most. Whatever happened other then that was covered with a memory of me sobing even more. He told me about when. He first met me. When I was walking and bumped into him on accident and he helped me up. He didn't romanticize it. More like he crumbled up what was one of the most special moments to me and shaped it in a knife and stabbed me in the heart with it. I remember what he said. 

                          
"Your stupid ass couldn't even watched where you were going." He said and he laughed. Then another girl laughed with him. " meeting you was a mistake." He said. I tried to hold back my tears then. Then I asked him " So is our relationship a big mistake to you, all these five months was just some big 'mistake'?"
                          
"Pretty much what I am saying." He said. How could he even say that. I didn't burst into tears. But hot tears started strolling down me cheeks one by one. "You tell her Grayson!" Some drunk bitch shouted at him. Then they started making out.
                          
Right. In fucking front. Of me. 
                          
Ouch.
                          
That hurt. Really bad. I couldn't take any longer. I hung up and started balling my eyes out. It looked like I was some mental person who couldn't stop crying. I don't know who to call. Brooke. I called up Brooke and told her everything. She comforted me. But I ended up passing out in bed not to long after our call ended.
                          
And that's why I am, how I am, right now. I just don't wanna deal anyone or anything today. Grayson hasn't called, or texted ever since then. I hope he is happy. He is probably better off with out me anyway. I mean I'm trying not to care. I do care though, of course I do. Grayson was one of my first real relationships in a while. See this is exactly the reason I don't date much. I don't like being heart broken. Now I feel empty and numb. I could feel the tears streaming out my eyes, even though I was just sitting up just staring into space, contemplating everything and anything. Tears just kept coming. One by one. Drip, drop. Staining my white sheets that covered half my torso and below my waist. i couldn't stop either. 
                          
Did he really mean this much to me? 

                          
Just questions. Ran through my head, like a track team running laps. Repeating the same questions. That I wish someone could answer. Even though I know, that the only one who could answer the questions for me, were me. I'm just going to try to go on with my day. No one know whats happened. No one needs to know, except Brooke. I'm just so glad I don't have to go to school. Its spring break. Thank the lord.
                          
 I just don't know what I'm going to do when Grayson gets home, at least I have another day, till I have to worry about that.