BLAIR POV

My heart was shattered in tiny pieces. I was frozen in sadness. I felt Wendy's hand on my shoulder, "Blair, I'm so sorry." She said quietly. 

"It's okay." I said sadly. 

"What do you wanna do?" Mona asked. 

"Let's just go." I said defeatedly. I had to tear my eyes away from the scene. I walked away from the house, Mona and Wendy huddling me close. 

"I can't believe he'd do that to you." Mona stated as we walked through the streets back to main campus. 

"Mona!" Wendy hissed.

"No she's right. I can't believe that Wesley moved on so fast. I thought I was important to him." I said sadly. Both girls hugged me tightly. 

"C'mon, let's get you back to our dorm." Wendy said. 

WESLEY POV

I stumbled back into the room at about 1 A.M. I was tipsy and the room was spinning. I expected to see Blair sleeping in her bed but found her bed to be empty. I wanted to know where she was but at the same time she told me to leave her alone so that's exactly what I was going to do. 

I flung off my sneakers and jumped into bed, my drunk state quickly easing me into a deep sleep. 

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The next morning I woke up in my dorm with a pounding headache. The sunlight streaming in from the window felt like daggers being stabbed into my face. Groaning, I slowly looked around the room to find myself alone. 

Blair's bed remained untouched, and it was quiet. I looked at the clock and saw it was just about 8:30, and I had a class at 9. I slowly got up and put on the cleanest pair of clothes I had before trudging across campus to the Humanities building. A class I shared with Blair. Great.

It was hard to ignore the way my head hammered and how everyone seemed to talk a little bit too loud. I walked up the steps to the hall, which was about halfway full. 

I couldn't help but look around for Blair, my heart thumped a bit harder when i saw her. She looked beautiful as usual. She was surrounded by Wendy and Mona. They were laughing and talking, she looked like nothing had happened between the two of us lately. I wondered if she would have looked any different if she had known what I did last night. Faint memories of some blonde girl sitting on my lap while my tongue was down her throat swirled around in my head. 

She meant nothing to me, no one could mean to me was Blair does, I just wondered if Blair was affected by our breakup at all. 

BLAIR POV

I felt like I was dead on the inside. My heart hurt and I was exhausted. After seeing Wesley make out with some girl, all I wanted was to forget about the horrible day I'd had. Mona and Wendy took me back to their room and I stayed over. They let me cry my eyes out before I eventually just cried myself to sleep. 

The next morning I woke up early to get ready for classes. I wanted to look good, like I wasn't affected by Wes at all. I applied a layer of foundation and eye makeup to cover up the exhaustion and puffiness. I did my hair and put on a pair of tight jeans and a nice top. 

All I had to do was retrieve my books from my room. I carefully snuck into my room, hoping to avoid Wesley. To my relief, Wesley was just about passed out on his bed, not even stirring as I was in there. 

Now I was sitting between Wendy and Mona, desperately trying to pay attention to what they were saying but failing as I kept my eye on the door, looking for him. 

When I saw him my heart shattered even more. I couldn't look at him. I refused to look at him. 

So instead I plastered the biggest smile I could on my face. I wanted to seem unphased by him.

Luckily class started shortly after Wesley walked in so I could start and focus on something else. 

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After class ended, I booked it out of there with Wendy and Mona. I was gonna get over Wesley, and he was going to regret ever making out with that girl.