24 | Andrew: Part Nine

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I could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

"You're not going to begin a dating cleanse again, are you?"

"It's already begun, my friend." I shook my head, pausing the show as I realized that she might actually be calling to talk for a while. Alexis Bledel's gorgeous face was the only thing on the giant screen as I turned away from it and started pacing around the room.

"Well, stop that, because you can't do this again."

"Says who?"

"Says every sane person in the universe." Jess replied, "I mean honestly, Sam. You're almost graduated from high school, you can't expect yourself to never date again. This is when people start to get serious. This is when your parents got engaged."

"Yeah, and they were young and stupid. Look where it got them."

"Your parents are still together, Sam."

"Yeah, but they had a rough patch."

"And they got over it once they hired a new manager last week!" Jess cried in exasperation. "Which just goes to show that every couple, even the most amazing couples, have rough spots in their relationships. Not everything is going to be perfect."

"You can't talk on this, Jess!" Now I was the one becoming upset, "You've had a total of one boyfriend in your life, and he's been the most wonderful guy in the world to you. You don't know what it's like to have people betray you over and over again! You don't know how hard it is to trust someone and have them rip it away like they don't even feel it."

There was silence on the other end for a moment.

"You're right. I don't know what it feels like to be you." Jess said quietly, "But I need you to remember what Tim said. I know that he was a grade-A douchebag and we don't like him, but he made one good point in the entirety of your ended relationship. Sometimes guys screw up. Sometimes they're stupid and they just plain old mess up. But you have to give them a second chance. If you walk through life expecting every guy to be Prince Charming with no flaws, you're going to end up alone and disappointed."

Both of us were silent. I could feel myself becoming angry and shot the emotion down. Jess didn't deserve me yelling at her. She was simply trying to be a good friend.

"Thank you for your help, Jess." I said quietly. "But I need to be alone right now."

I hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch in front of me before crashing down to the ground, on my knees, my shoulders shaking with sobs.

And here I was.

Maybe it was all too much.

Maybe I shouldn't have made the decision, two years ago, to start dating. To put myself out there when I knew that all that would come of it was heartache, worry, and eventually, heartbreak.

It wasn't worth it.

Six guys in two years, and I thought I had finally found the one for me. The one who would become my all, my everything, my one companion and true love.

And now it was over. I was heartbroken again, with nothing left that could help me become the person I wanted to be. There was nothing left for me in high school, in life...everyone would continue to be the same, the same people bringing me down, the same people using me, the same people who were just there for the ride. The same people who only thought of how they could help themselves out by using an innocent girl who just wanted to be treated like everyone else.

A girl who didn't deserve this.

It was so easy to blame my father. It was so easy to think that if I had been born to any parents besides Lincoln and Olivia Carter, then my life would be normal. Controlled. Important. Better. That my life would, overall, be better.

But I can't.

Every time I see my dad go up onstage to perform, I know that it's his favorite thing in the world. I see my mother's face as she watches him, the pride and joy that she has while watching her high school sweetheart up there on that stage. The rush they both get from the fans pouring out to see him, from the girls who want to hear their story from my mother, the way they met and fell in love. Their fairytale.

I needed to accept that I would never get that fairytale.

I had accepted it when I was younger. When I had sworn off dating. And yet for some reason, I became weak as I got older, and I wanted to experience what everyone else was experiencing. But I couldn't. And I knew that now.

Falling in love was a stupid decision. Falling in love more than once was just about suicide. And falling in love for real, with that one person you thought would be there for you forever...well that was just delivering yourself to hell in a handbasket.


A/N: In case you didn't catch it, the part in italics is the same monologue from the Prologue of the book. This is where she was feeling that way.

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