Saving Sasha

Chapter one: Sasha

I broke Sasha Jane Carter.

Sasha Jane Carter. I've known her for years. She's my neighbour, best friend, partner in crime and the only person on this planet who actually likes me. She's funny, pretty, kind and talented. You might wonder why I say talented? She's an athlete, a gymnast, so flexible it hurts to look at her. She's popular in school too, that's what made people actually talk to me, knowing her. I can't remember not knowing her. She was born in the same hospital as me, one month later, our parents were friends in high school and still are now, although her dad dated my mum in high school which creates a bit of tension. My earliest memory must be when we first moved into the Phoenix house. I was about four years old, and I remember seeing her walk out of her house, wearing a leotard, ready for her first lesson of 'kiddie gymnastics'. She waved at me and I waved back, but being an idiotic little boy, I then tripped over and fell down, lying next to the moving van. After that, I have scattered memories of playing with her, going to the park together, she even once persuaded me to go to gymnastics, which didn't end well. We spent less time together now. Being in eleventh grade, we have revisions and cliques, but we were still great friends; her being a 'popular girl' and me being an 'almost popular guy'.
I said she was beautiful, and, she is. Well, everyone has their own standards but she is basically my definition of beautiful. She has tanned skin, hazel eyes and short brown hair, with one half completely braided. She's not skinny, but she's not overweight either. She's just right, and she's quite tall, about my height, without heels. She hardly ever wears makeup, other than mascara, and dresses simply, with jeans and a t-shirt, usually a crop top.
Finally, I also said se was funny and kind. Both of those are true. Her sarcastic jokes and hilarious remarks have never not made someone crack up, and even though she had a short temper and is what the teachers would describe as 'overly confident', she's always there for me when I need her.
I don't think I've ever seen her cry. I mean, she must cry, but I've never seen her cry, I don't think not crying makes someone strong, but being able to hold back the tears until you're alone makes you strong. Because if someone is injured, and you're telling them it's going to be fine, when it obviously isn't, if you start crying, they'll sense your fear.
And her friends. Sasha's friends. Most of them are stupid girly girls, but her closer friends are really nice. I mean, they really don't like me, but they seem really nice. Particularly Alice and Maria. Alice is on the soccer team with me (we have a mixed soccer team), and she's amazing. She runs like a jaguar and since she's been on the team, I don't think we've lost any matches. She's Japanese, with eyes so dark that they could be black, and long black hair with purple highlights. She's pretty too, but for me, nothing can beat Sasha Jane Carter. The other one, Maria, is from Brazil. All she talks about are the animals there, like snakes and birds but I doubt she's seen half of them. Even though she doesn't like me, she's a lot more decent to me than some of the other girls, which is fine.
You might be wondering why I'm talking about Sasha's friends? Well I said it was my fault that she broke, I didn't say they didn't have a part in it too.
After reading all that, you're probably thinking, her life seems perfect, is it even possible to break it? Well it is, and all of this, only because I was bitter.

Like I said, we were in eleventh grade, and at the end of the year, we had junior prom. At the start of the year, I finally plucked up the courage to ask out Sasha Jane Carter.
And she said yes.
I was certain she was going to say no. There was no chance, if she had wanted to ask me out, she would've done it by now.
But she said yes. It was crazy, like a dream. But dreams always have to end, you always have to wake up and face reality.
Even if reality is bad.
Even if reality is painful.
Even if reality is your girlfriend cheating on you.
Even if reality is your girlfriend cheating on you...with your best friend.

My best friend, other than Sasha, is Dylan. He's been my mate for ages and he's always stuck with me, even if he's better than me in every single way. He even told me he had a crush on Sasha once.
So when I told him she had said yes, and he seemed excited, I thought he was over her.
If he was uncomfortable with us daring, he would have said.
Well he seemed pleased for me so I stopped myself from seeing the truth. Because everything was perfect.
How was I supposed to know that under a month after we'd started dating, she was inviting Dylan over to her place afterwards?
And how did I find out?
I was at soccer practice with Alice, who looked really upset. And she pulled me aside and said:
"Look, I know we don't really get along, and I know Sash is your best friend and your girlfriend. But we just had, like, this majorly big argument and she said such horrible stuff, I think you should know; she's hooking up with your best friend."
Well obviously I didn't believe her, so I asked Maria, who is a terrible liar, and she tried to cover it up.
Then I asked Dylan, he confessed to doing it and got two black eyes and a broken nose.
But I wasn't done.
Then I went to talk to Sasha Jane Carter.
And she lied to me.