I'm pushing people away as I'm walking down a crowded hallway. How could he? How could she? Oh my God! I was so dumb. I start to run and I can feel the tears I've been holding back follow. He yelled something after me, but I can't make it out even though I know its probably just another lame excuse or apology. Sprinting down the stairs, I'm going so fast I almost fall. Quickly I grab my keys and purse, dash to my car and speed away. I barely make it past the corner before I pull over and break down. I'm confused, devastated, mortified, and angry. Then like any other girl in that situation I whipped out my cell and hit the speed dial of my best friend. When Megan answered the phone she obviously didn't expect a girl yelling and crying at her in a barely understandable whiny voice.
"Vicky? Sweets whats wrong!?"
All I could manage to spit out was,
"Brad. Emily. Sabrina's party!"
And at that point I couldn't tell if it was our B.F.F mind reading skills or whether she knew he was a skeesball from the beginning but some how she understood me.
"No freaking way! That little slimeball! That witch! Oh I should..oh! You get your little behind over here, it's what you need!"

Forty-five minutes later I was in Megan's room lying on her fuschia carpet eating chocolate chip cookies one after the other, after the other, after the other. Megan and I have been best friends since we were in the womb. I guess it has to do with our moms growing up together or something but shes always been more of a sister then a best friend. And now as I was stuffing my face I couldn't imagine what I'd do without her.
"Okay start at the beginning."
"The beginning of what? The beginning of this whole stupid relationship or the beginning of the end?" I weeped.
Jeez, I could be so dramatic sometimes, maybe that's why he cheated on me maybe he thought I was too needy or not needy enough. At some point I started spewing out these reasons.
"Maybe I wasn't pretty enough or tall enough. Maybe I was too much of a nerd, maybe I talked too much, maybe.."
"Maybe nothing!" Megan cut me off, "maybe he was a jerk, maybe he was too horny for his own good or maybe, just maybe, you were too good for him!"
For some unknown reason this was funny to me, so I started to laugh. Then I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed. Pretty soon tears started flowing down my cheeks but I was still laughing. I must have looked like a basket case, but Megan said nothing, she just wrapped her arms around me and comforted me like I was a kid and she was the mom. After that the rest of the night is pretty much a blur to me now. All I remember is crying and a lot of it, yelling, and eating chocolate chip cookies one after the other.

I woke up this morning because of the nagging pain on my shoulder. I rolled over and looked around to see what I was laying on. It was my cell phone which I had put on vibrate before I went to the party yesterday, and now it was having a mini-spaz as the caller i.d showed my mom calling. Last night somewhere in between my uncerimonious dumping and crying myself to sleep I called my mom, trying not to bawl over the phone, and told her I was sleeping over at Megan's house. Well let's just say I failed that part. As soon as she answered the phone the tears crept out and I spilled my guts about everything, and now as I pick up my phone I'm glad I told her last night because right now I really didn't want to talk about it.
"Hello?"
"Good-morning sweetie." cooed my mother, "did you sleep okay?"
"Not really, I kept waking up."
"Oh, honey! He was a jerk, I never really liked him anyway!"
There is one thing you need to understand about my mom, she gets along with everyone from every one of my teachers to the person standing in front of her in line at the super-market ,she can strike up a conversation anywhere. She's so easy to get along with too, but she can be so mushy and over dramatic sometimes it makes you want to scream. At least I know where I get it from.

Several minutes later I was off the phone and checking my unopened text messages from the night before, all were conveniently from Brad and all saying something along the lines of "It was a mistake, nothing really happened, she was coming on to me," in other words, blah, blah, blah. I threw my phone in my purse and heading into the living room where Megan was sitting on the couch with with her tabby Poncho. She was watching reruns of "The O.C" and had made hot chocolates for her and I, did I mention she's the greatest best friend ever? Basically that is what I did for the rest of Christmas Break, wallow. You know eat ice-cream and chocolate, watch sappy romance movies, cry alot, and try to get over it.