Best Friend's Revenge

6. Cheating the Five Stages to a Breakup

These were in my understanding what made a healthy and easy breakup.

However, my breakup with Nate wasn't like this. It didn't follow the natural order of how I thought a breakup should be.

First, for me, came the fear of whether I was in the wrong or whether I had done something to cause him to cheat on me. Then came the acceptance. Then the confirmation when I walked out. The feeling of loss gradually followed when I woke up the next day. This carried on for the next week and a half. It didn't help that Nate had since left me more than a hundred texts since that night and about twenty, if not thirty, voicemails.

In one momentary lapse of judgment and when I felt at my lowest, I listened to one voicemail.

"Liiiiiiz," Nate's voice resounded in my room that was shrouded completely in darkness. "Liz, baby. Answer my calls, baby. I miss you." A sniffle filled the room before the sound of something shattering as it hit the ground followed. "Shit! Liz, Liz, baby. I need you. I need you please. Answer my calls. Text me or something. Tell me it isn't over, baby. Please, please, please, please. Baby, it ain't over. It can't be over! You're my forever, Lizzy. My foreveeerrrr..." Snoring followed soon after and after two minutes of listening to Nate snoring I concluded he was completely lost to the world of the conscious, at least until he sobered up.

For the past week and a half, Nate was persistent. He'd been as persistent as he was when he wanted to change his C+ grade to an A because he thought that his essay on why football was the best sport ever played deserved more recognition.

And for the past week and a half, Alyson acted as a shield between us, always turning Nate away when he came to talk to me and always telling him he wasn't welcome when he came over to sit with us during lunch. She was godsend and thankfully understood why I didn't stop when she called for me at Brianna's party.

"Liz please." Nate looked almost torn as he came and stood by me at our table during lunch on Thursday. "Just give me another chance."

I couldn't say a word, instead I slowly chewed on the sandwich that was already in my mouth.

"Another chance?" Alyson was the one who gasped out the words as she glared at Nate with untested loathing. "You cheated on her! You broke her heart! And you expect another chance?"

"And I'm sorry. It was a mistake."

I finished chewing the sandwich and swallowed before I turned to look at my ex. He still looked amazing and the dark circles that were expertly covered up with some tint hid them from sight. His hair was messy and not the sexy type of messy. It looked like he really didn't care what he did with it. But despite this, Nate still looked amazing.

"A mistake is forgetting to feed your pet fish in the morning," I croaked out as I squeezed my hands into a fist. "A mistake is forgetting to pick up your younger siblings because you were thinking of your ten-page essay. What you did-" my voice cracked and I smiled at Alyson when she rubbed my back reassuringly. "What you did, Nate, was not a mistake! It shouldn't hurt like this if it was. I don't even know how naive I was dating you!"

"Liz, babe, I-" He started to reach out but stopped when I held a hand up.

"Let's go Alyson," I said. "I just lost my appetite."

For the rest of the day Nate kept a distance and I was quite relieved. I didn't know if I could keep it up anymore.

As I drove home, I decided that I needed to start on the eight-page essay on Theodore Roosevelt when I got home. When I opened the door, the sound of laughter hit me, causing me to stop short.

Laughter? That was one sound that had been pretty nonexistent in this house for the past few months.

"Mom?" I called out when the laughing and chatter continued.

What was going on?

"Mom?" I called out again. "Mom?" Now worry was starting to set in.

Just then the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods hit me, making my mouth water.

"Mom?"

"In here, Liz," she finally replied from the kitchen.

Hoping everything was fine, I dropped my bag on the sofa in the living room and started for the kitchen, catching the sound of people chattering nonstop.

Of all the things I was expecting to see when I turned the corner and entered the kitchen, the last thing that I could possibly expect was seeing my mom, now resembling her old self, drinking coffee and sharing anecdotes with Taylor's mom, Zoe Blackstone.

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