#damngame

This is my first attempt at a fan fiction writing. I decided to do it based off of the game, The Sophomore, from the Choices game app. Hopefully, it comes out decently. 

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The setting: Happens after Becca went all vindictive in Chapter 9 POV: MC’s

Background Soundtrack: “Say You Love Me” by Jessie Ware

||Even though Becca had this moment of complete and utter lack of human compassion, my character and myself love her. I really hope she gets her ish together because I don’t feel like breaking up with another roommate. Especially if one of them gets to fall in love with someone. ((petty, I know)) ||

I didn’t know what to think when everything seemed to crumble. I was disappointed and hurt that she would cause this much pain. It was a betrayal I felt to my very core. All I could do was just stare at her, her face was cold and arms crossed. What happened to the girl that would give me a smirk, but graze her fingers over my hand when she walked by? This wasn’t her. This was what people would always say about her. As I kept staring at her, I could hear Madison in the background crying. She was humiliated and hurt by the one person she always trusted and wanted to be around. Aside from me, she was the only one that wanted to be around her. All I could do was just stand there, my stomach churning and my heart racing. 

I turned my eyes to Madison, “Madison, I am so sorry, I had… I didn’t realize…” My mouth was dry; my mind was spinning. I watched as Madison squeezed her eyes shut, the tears still flowing. “Stop.  Just stop, please,” her voice broke as she tried to swallow back a sob. Covering her mouth to try to keep it in, she turned and walked away. The other girls all stood around, watching all the drama unfold. Looking from me, to Becca, to the small form of Madison in the distance. I’ve never seen so many eye rolls and heard so many huffs than I did in that moment. No one said anything and seeming to get bored, they all walked away. I stared at their backs, hearing their catty comments as their voices began to fade away.

I heard a small snort from Becca’s mouth as she held a smirk that was as cold as what I imagine an ice queen’s would be. “Hope they have fun figuring all that out. Madison won’t even know what to do.” She had a look of evil pride on her face. A look that broke my heart and flipped the switch in me to ‘Pissed Off’ mode. I took three deep breaths before I spoke, squared my shoulders and looked her right in the eye. I opened my mouth, ready to speak my mind-

“Save it, MC. I don’t have the time to listen to your holier-than-thou speech. You’re disappointed, hurt, blah-blah-blah. What’s done is done and I won’t apologize for what I did.” She stared me down with her chilly glare. 

That’s when I felt my shoulders slump slightly. I searched for some sort of break in her face. Something to show me she felt bad. Nothing. I swallowed, let out what air I had in my lungs, turned around and walked away slowly. She hollered after me, “I knew you’d leave eventually, everyone does. And you know what? Good riddance to you all. I don’t need this bullshit. I am not going to change for anyone.” I stopped for a moment, I wanted to turn around. What did I want to say? To tell her that I stayed with her through it all. That I loved her. That I was in love with her. I felt the sting of hot tears fill my eyes and I felt like the wind was knocked out of me. 

I crossed my arms across my chest tightly and chewed on the inside of my cheek to keep from letting the cry that formed in my throat from escaping. That’s when I heard slow, quiet footsteps get closer, I could feel her getting closer to me. I heard her breathing, felt the electricity that always seemed to spark when we were near each other. No, I won’t turn around. With that, my head dropped and I continued walking. I didn’t look back and I didn’t stop the tears as they streamed down my face. I just kept walking, walking without direction. This wasn’t a pain I’ve felt before, not even when Kaitlyn and I broke up. This was deeper, much deeper.

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I found myself back at the house at some point. I looked at my phone and saw I had several missed calls and texts from my roommates. None of them from the one person I was hoping to see. I don’t know how long I was standing there, staring at the house, staring at the window that was linked to her room. I took a deep, shaky, breath. I kept feeling my eyes start to droop from exhaustion, but every time I felt them close I saw her. Her blonde hair, bright eyes and a smile that she saved only for me. I hope everyone is still asleep, I thought to myself. I walked up to the door and carefully and as quietly as I could, unlocked it. Trying to avoid the door from making a sound, I slid through the frame and door as tightly as possible. 

Turning around to close the door so slowly and softly, I heard an angry voice behind me, “where the hell have you been?!” it was Zack’s voice, “we have been worried sick. You don’t call or answer our texts! We didn’t know where you were or if you were even alive!” I heard more footsteps. I felt all the eyes of the whole gang stare at the back of my head. “I-I’m sorry,” I let my forehead land on the door with a thunk. I kept swallowing trying to keep another round of tears from falling. Kaitlyn’s stern voice came next, “well? Where the hell did you go?” Mumbling to the ground, “I don’t want to talk about it.” I knew they wouldn’t accept that response, and that’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “MC, what happened?” It was James’ voice this time. “I get a call, asking if you were with me… we were just worried because this isn’t like you.” 

I turned to him slightly, but talking loud enough for everyone to hear, “I appreciate you guys,” I cleared my throat to keep it from cracking, “but I really don’t want to talk about it, I just want to go to my room. Please.” That’s when I turned around fully and glanced at all their faces, they turned from anger to shock. I imagine I looked as good as I felt. Kaitlyn stepped forward with sheer worry on her face, “MC, please, talk to us? We just want to know that you’re ok…” Her voice drifted off as I stared back down at the floor. “Please just let me go to my room.” With that, I forced my weary legs to move forward, past all my friends, down the hall and to my room. I opened and closed my door just as carefully as I had coming into the house.