Amber

-It will become romantic, I promise:)-
Chapter 1: Breakups
"Get the HELL away from me" I screamed at him as I threw his crap at him,
"Babe come on, I said sorry" he yelled, trying to dodge the flying objects,
"Sorry doesn't cut it! You slept with my best friend!" I screamed, throwing a cd of our songs at his stomach,
He groaned as it hit him, "I was drunk!"
"And how f*****g old are you?!" I screamed, turning to face him,
"17, just like you!"
"Not old enough to drink, and not old enough to have a girlfriend" I said coldly, throwing his t-shirt and sweater at him,
"So what's this mean?!"
"This means goodbye Thomas, it means I'm not going to be with someone who cheats" I yelled throwing open the door to my bedroom,"Get out,"
"Fine then, your never gonna find anyone like me Amber!" he scoffed
"I think that's the f*****g point!" I said slamming the door
So that's the end of Thomas and I, the summer before senior year, I'm sick and can't go to the end of the year party at Michael's, his best friends, and he gets drunk and sleeps with my best friend Leah. Ex best friend I should say. I layed back on my bed, my room destroyed, gaps in the shelves and closet where I had thrown things out. And that cd still on the floor, I slid off the bed and picked it up, turning it over in my hands, looking at the titles between my fingers, I ran my nail across the first one, Forever and Ever, what a lie. I took it out of its home made case, and layed it on the bed, I grabbed a heel from near by on the floor, and hit the pink cd. It broke into four pieces, but that wasn't good enough, I took the case and hit it over and over, until you couldn't see the names of those lovey dovey songs we called ours,i reached over and grabbed a stack of pictures and a pair of scissors discarded in the floor, cutting them to shreds, and threw everything he got me in a pile in the corner. When I was finished tears ran down my cheeks, mascara trails leaving streaks on my face, the anger that had once been boiling over fueling this, had fizzled out, and left in its place extreme sadness, I layed on the floor, in a mess of plastic, shoes, clothes and pictures, and cried myself to sleep.
Chapter 2: Mirrors
I woke up sore from my position on the floor, my eyes cracked from dried makeup and tears. I pulled myself off the floor, and walked to the bathroom, and gripped the sink, looking at the floor. I looked up into the mirror, And it reflection showed the disaster of last night, I looked like a wreck. My light brown, shoulder length hair stuck out on all ends, my face looked dismal, trails of dark black mascara adorned my cheeks like battle scars, making my lightly dark skin appear striped with age, and my eyes, normally a happy golden brown color, looked like dark stones in a bloodshot pond. The mirror came off as sinister, showing me what I couldn't face about myself, the ugly truth, I was a broken girl, at the end of my line, with my ugly mascara scars to show it, and all I wanted to do, was lay in bed, and never look at my phone, or anything, or anyone ever again. But against my wants, I picked up my phone, it flashed 10 messages and 5 missed calls, as I read the texts they came from so many people, and they made me feel worse,
"Did Thomas and you break up?"
"I heard you and Thomas were done is it true?"
"Thomas said he dumped you"
"What happened to you two?"
"Are the rumors true?"
"You two broke up?!"
"I heard you got dumped"
"Is it true"
"I heard Thomas cheated on you and dumped you for Leah"
"Leah and Thomas are together"
They all hurt, but the last one hurt the most, had Thomas really moved on before we had even been broken up 24 hours? Had the last two years with him meant nothing? Other questions swirled through my head, threatening to make tears form. Was I not good enough? Is that why he had to cheat with Leah? Or was she just better? She was skinnier, her skin was perfect, she had these stunning blue eyes, and dark brown, naturally straight hair, she was perfect in ever sense of the word. I, was not.
And had Leah and I's friendship meant nothing? Since third grade she had been my best friend, sleepovers middle school, her parents divorce, and all together, had everything meant nothing?
I went on Facebook, and changed my relationship status, to single, and angrily posted my status before he could tell anymore lies,
"The rumors are half true, Thomas and I broke up, I broke up with him because he cheated on me with my then best friend Leah at the End Of Year bash at Michaels, just gotta clear some stuff up -with Thomas Laird and Leah Mitchell"
That should show everyone exactly who they have for friends. I felt a bit better, but not enough to take away this pain.
I layed down in bed, pulled the blanket over me, and tried to sleep again. But I couldn't, as many times as I tried to close my eyes and give my exhausted mind a rest, I couldn't sleep. Suddenly, I had a better idea, I sat up, stretching in bed, Grabbed my grabbed my phone from the bedside table, and traveled back to the bathroom mirror, I excitedly sent a text to Emma,
-Em, we r going out, meet at my house, two hours(:-
I looked at myself, and smiled, I can't let him ruin everything