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Two weeks had passed since our kiss. Two weeks had passed since he told me he had no feelings for me. Two weeks had passed since he took care of me at the party.

Two weeks of me ignoring him, two weeks of me trying my best to forget what happened. Two weeks of me drowning myself in work, so I was distracted. Two weeks of me being in pain whenever I saw him and two weeks in which everything I wanted to do was cry and leave.

But I couldn't do that. I couldn't leave, not because of a boy. I came to Munich to be closer to my dad, I didn't come to Munich to fall in love. I tried to protect myself from it, because I knew better. I had been hurt before.

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flashback - nearly 1 year ago - September 2021

I had been in a relationship with Max for almost half a year. We were very happy together and even went on vacation with each other during summer break. The happiness changed into heartbreak quickly when I found out he had cheated on me, only days after we returned from our vacation. Sofia had told me about it, because she overheard a girl from our school tell her friends. I didn't understand it and I confronted Max about it.

He immediately apologized and promised me, it would never happen again, because it was just a drunken accident. He even said he loved me. He had never said it before and because I was in love with him, I blindly trusted and believed him.

Sofia warned me not to trust him, but I didn't listen to her. I was the fool.

A few people heard about him cheating on me and rumors about whether we were still together or not and what exactly happened spread through our school quickly.

A few weeks later I was putting a book back into my locker when a girl, I had only seen a handful of times in school, stood in front of me.

"Hey, you're Isabella, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's me, what's up?"

"Can I, um talk to you? In private?" I raised an eyebrow at her request wondering why she wanted to talk to me, but initially agreed.

I followed her into an empty classroom and sat down on a table. She was standing in front of me, fidgeting her fingers. I could clearly tell that she was very nervous.

"Um, so I don't really know how to say this and um where to start...,"

"How about at the beginning?"

"Yeah, right. So a few weeks ago, I was at a party and I met this guy. He was like really sweet and he said all the right things. I was very drunk and I didn't really know who he was and I didn't really think about it either," she swallowed looking at the floor, "We ended up making out and then we slept together and I feel really bad about it,"

"What does that have to do with me?" I was confused why she was told me that story.

"I heard the rumors about you and Max breaking up and I just wanted to say... um I'm so sorry for um destroying your relationship,"

"You're Lena?"

She sent me a confused look, "Uh no, my name is Julia,"

And then it clicked. He didn't cheat on me once, he did it twice.

"Um... thank you for telling me," I walked out of the classroom straight to the restroom. I sank to the floor tears streaming down my face.

I couldn't believe it. He cheated on me, twice. He lied to me, twice. He broke my heart, twice. He broke my trust, twice. The problem was I wasn't even sure if he only did it twice. I couldn't trust him anymore. How many other girls had he slept with as well? I had no idea.

I should've listened to Sofia. I shouldn't have trusted him.

My sadness turned into rage and I walked out of the restroom with fast steps. I was looking through the hallway, but I didn't spot Max.

Suddenly I bumped into someone. Sofia.

"Wow, what are you-, what happened?"

"He did it again," another tear ran down my face.

Her faced changed from worry to fury.

"That son of a bitch!" she rolled her eyes.

She stormed of and I followed her.

"Sofia, what are you doing?"

She ignored my question and continued running through the hallway, she turned around a corner and suddenly stopped. She gave me a side glance and when she looked back into the crown, I followed her eyes and spotted him.

"No-" I tried to stop her, but I wasn't able to grab her arm fast enough.

Sofia stormed towards Max and slapped him across the face. Due to the sudden impact of the slap, he stumbled back a few steps and placed his hand over his left cheek.

He sent her a confused look.

"You are such an asshole! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you honestly that stupid? Wasn't one time enough? No, you had to go and fuck another girl! You're unbelievable! How dare you do that to her! You're gonna regret this," heads had turned and the rest of the hallway had gone completely silent.

"You slapped me!"

"You deserved it!" I spoke up and walked towards them.

"What? I don't even know what she's talking about,"

"Don't play the innocent one here. You know exactly what she's talking about. You slept with Lena and Julia while you were in a relationship with me," I didn't scream, but I spoke loud enough for the ones surrounding us to hear.

"Why are you talking about our relationship in past tense?"

He didn't even try to deny it.

"Because it's over. We're over, there's no more us, there's no more relationship,"

"But I love you!"

I slapped him across the face.

"If you actually loved me, you wouldn't have cheated on me!"

"I didn't mean to hurt you,"

"You should've thought about that before cheating!"

I turned around and started walking away followed by Sofia.

"Issie wait!"

"What?" I turned back around.

"You... you can't just break up with me,"

"I just did,"

flashback end

...

He may have not wanted to hurt me, but I couldn't trust him anymore either. My hate towards him made it easier for me to fall out of love. Thinking about how he hurt me was still a painful memory nonetheless. I was in love with him after all. I was happy with him. He made a mistake and it changed everything. I felt helpless, because there was nothing I could do against it.

Maybe if I would've been a better girlfriend, he would've never considered cheating.

Maybe if I would've spent more time with him, he would've never considered cheating.

Maybe it was my fault after all.

Maybe I just wasn't good enough for him.

He apologized, but he never said he regretted what he did. I never found out how often he actually cheated and I honestly didn't even want to know. One time was enough already and then I found out he cheated twice, I didn't even want to think about any other possible times.

A few weeks after I broke up with him, I knew he didn't regret what he did to me.

He sent the whole school football team photos of me. He had taken screenshots of one time we were facetiming. Before he sent them to the team, I didn't even know they existed.

In those screenshots I was changing into my pajamas. I luckily wasn't completely naked, but I still felt humiliated. He had shared a very private moment between the two of us with a group of guys I didn't even know half of the names.

Of course, the team members sent the photos to other people as well and they travelled through our school in no time.

It was another action, I couldn't do anything about. I hated it. I hated feeling helpless. I wanted to slap him and scream, but it wouldn't have changed anything. It would've made me feel better for sure, but only for a certain amount of time.

I wasn't mad at the girls he had slept with either, because neither of them knew he had a girlfriend. He failed to mention that fact.

I went from crying to hating him and back to crying for weeks. I hated feeling like that. I never wanted to feel like that again.

That's why I had trust issues. I wanted to look out for myself and protect myself from getting hurt and being disappointed.

When I moved to Munich I forgot about my intentions and let my guard down, the second I met Jamal.

I was the one that destroyed our friendship and now I was the one who was hurting again. It was my fault.

If I never would've told him about my feelings for him, we would still be friends. As much as I tried not to, I missed him and I hated that I did.

He was the person I used to spend the most time with and he left a hole behind. 

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author's note

i had a completely different idea for this chapter, but I wanted to add a bit of isabella's backstory and then the chapter ended up being to long, so I split it

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