Getting Over it; Is it Possible?

I pulled him through the corridor until we found an empty room, and I immediately began unbutton his shirt, I really wanted to feel him in my palms.

After I successfully took off his shirt whilst kissing, he took off my tank top and started molding my breast and it felt so good.

He then flicked my already hard nipple as he was taking my bra off and I responded by arching my back and roaming my hands on his bare chest.

He is built, like very built and it makes my pussy clench with need. He really shouldn't be more that 6'4 and I'm 5'10 myself making it no so hard to feel the necessary places.

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'How did I end up like this, how did I end up doing this to myself' I thought

'Hey, it was not your fault, he was just a good fuck and I'm sure you will forget about it' I chanted over and over again, trying to calm my racing heart as I recalled what we did that night.

And truly, I wasn't sure if it was the fuck or the feeling of being in his arms that I wanted again.

I mean, it was like I was having sex for the first time, so slow and blissful despite the fact that I wanted it fast and raw. And as cliché as it sounds, I really…

'OLIVIA MILAN… SNAP OUT OF THIS BULLSHIT… YEAH YOU NEED TO GO BITCH OFF SOMEWHERE AND SNAP OUT OF THIS HELL HOLE' I scolded myself which was becoming an habit as minutes pass by.

I was sure I would get over this if I go bitch on some innocent people.

I mean common, I'm not some stuck up girl who would hang over a guy just because he's a good fuck... fuck him and his girlfriend, he can go die if he wants.

But then a part of me kept wondering if going out full blown on innocent people was going to calm me down.

'Well as they say… you never know until you find out.'

With this new emotional boost, I got ready to go home.

I'm currently in the middle of nowhere sulking like a pussy… not like nowhere in particular, it was just that I am not too close or too far from school.

And I would really love to go sleep and as sucking as it sounds, I have a roommate.

I don't really talk about her because she feels kinda irrelevant, and she is somehow non-existent.

She rarely sleeps in our room and I rarely see her, she is just like those girls I despise, those girls that are as clingy as fuck.

I mean you would always find her on her boyfriend's arm.

I clearly stated that if they had anything in that room they would be getting me an apartment to move in. Not that I can't afford it on my own but then girls gotta be a bitch right?

But I still like her a little and I can't really say why.

I got home sober enough to find my roommate up and worried about me being out 'this late'.

She told me that my friends were blasting her phone up with calls asking about me.

Knowing those girls, I knowingly switched off my phone so they could allow me to think.

I know… none of them thought I was capable of feeling things like this but then like my mum do say… it is totally normal to cry when it is needed – not that I cried – I'm just trying to say that I also feel sometimes and this is one of those times.

After contemplating wheather or not I should call them, I decided not to and told my roommate to just switch off her phone.

And almost robotically, she complied, I mean she has been ranting her head off and when I told her to, she just kept quiet and she switched off her phone.

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"Good morning" I said a little too chirpy to Tessa – my roommate, a redhead with huge hips and a little bit too flat butt who also has too much boobs.

"Morning" she said looking at me like I had two heads

"Oh miss, you should know not to look at me like that, I'm really in the mood to steal boyfriends and …"

"Oh not there Liv, I would not take that from you" she said cutting me off, which seems to be the second thing on my hate list... cutting me off.

Now here comes my semi bitch semi good girl roommate pissing me off very early in the fucking morning… but I would be a good girl and calm down… I am capable of being a good girl right?

"Well, I was just giving off some warnings since I'm both happy and sad at the same time" I said brushing off my anger and getting ready to brush my teeth

"Do you want to share it?" she asked and now I am the one who's looking like a bimbo

"No I mean your problems… like the things bothering you, do you want to share it?" she said shakily after taking in my features,

And knowing that I can be intimidating even on people who seems close to me - a fact which I'm madly in love with - I tried easing my expression a bit, just a tiny little bit

"And do I look like I'm up for anything therapeutical or any motivational talks?" I asked widening my eyes for more impact

"Just forget about this talk okay, and go along your normal day like it always is" I said and faced away from her "don't try to act like we are any closer than we actually are okay?" I said dropping my tone

One of the things I hate is when you try to act like you are strong around me and you can help me solve problems even I can't seem to solve, or act like you just want to hear me out and maybe you could know what to do about me…

It really turns my blood cold and I really won't blame her if she doesn't know, this is like the third longest conversation we've had since I've known her.

The only people allowed to act like that around me are my best friends and my dad.

"Okay" she said in a whisper, that is the good girl side of her's that I like,

'Be obedient and learn fast half and half bitch' I thought smugly.

I got around my daily activity and got dressed in a joggers and tank top… both black and a yellow hair band and matching yellow hand bag, and a white and black sneakers before switching on my phone and almost immediately – almost – my phone rang

"You motherfucking bitch!" screamed Natie earning an eye roll from me

"I thought you were dead and where the hell is your roommate, tell me where she is so I can go kill her, that dick sucker switched off her phone when I was about to call, I…" then I hung up

This is one of the things about having friends you can call your best, they can be very tiring, especially when you guys are like sisters

"Tessa!" I called out

"Yeah what's wrong?" she asked and it showed on her face that she was worried about what I would say making me feel a tiny little bit of pity for her,

She is in real trouble, one which I caused so it is only normal if I warn her ahead of her death day right?

'I told you I can be a good girl…'

"Make sure you avoid my friends today at all cost but that's if and only if you do not want to die, they are raging like beasts right now" I told her truthfully and her face mirrored what I would like to describe as terror

"Okay" she said in a very small voice,

Well she has seen us in action so she obviously knows what I'm talking about.

"And do not open the door for anyone and I mean anyone who is not your boyfriend, be sure it is him even before you open up okay?" I said showing that I cared so she could at least release the tension in her body

"Hmm… okay, thanks" she smiled before sliding back to the bathroom while I got out of the room.

After going through all the messages on the group chat and private message, I decided to tell my friends my whereabouts yester night and about my plans for today.

They all seemed happy about the fact that I have moved on from Arden even though they still planned on how to kill Tessa and I had to play along since, well… without me the plan would seem incomplete; I would just have to find a way to tell Tessa to be careful.

And just in case you're wondering why I didn't defend her in front of my friends and tell them, I am at fault; well there are loads of reasons.

One, I do not admit to my faults very easily.

Two, Tessa is not my friend.

Three, It feels good planning her death and last but not least, I am still Olivia Milan.

If I were to be honest with myself though, I have not completely moved on from the two faced motherfucking Arden, but then girl's gotta get occupied in order to get the first stage of move on done.

We decided to meet by 6:30pm at the engineering building to start with my exclusive plan to make me happy and according to Ryan, healed.

Well, the guys there are somewhat hot.

I really can't deny it when they say guys in engineering has the perfect body, they have this aura that always screamed "fuck me" or "I'm available" even if they are not.

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Class finished today in the most amazing way possible, I got to spill water on a girl's see through dress which was intentionally accidental.

She was this girl that if I remember well I saw her batting her eyes at one of our young lecturers so I just did what I did best, be a bitch.

I literarily saved someone today… the guy's future wife and that is because I know for sure with the eye he was giving her, he was totally interested.

I'm sure they would go and kick it off somewhere else but then the guy's future wife would not have to hear about how her husband was openly flirting with a student.

Before that, this morning on my way to class, I intentionally blew kisses to all the guys including those guys who has girls on their arms.

And it irked those girls since, their boyfriends, hook-ups or crushes kept staring at me as I swayed my ass to a rhythm blaring through my earphone.

But my day got supper nice when I saw Jacob because I immediately thought

'Revenge plate is better served cold, like really cold'

"Hey Jake" I said in one of my stupid chirpy voice, calling him exactly want he would want me to call him

But then to the guy who loves the course called OLIVIA MILAN, he sure knows he is super dead and I in my dark state wanted to play it dumb and cool

"Hi b-babe" he stuttered and I grinned inwardly, now who is the happy bitch!

Why should I be thinking about one guy when I could get anyone I want again?

I gave Jacob a very sloppy kiss which he cringed at before I dragged him along with me with me to my friends… and also revenge isn't very sweet if you don't have company when serving it!