Boyfriend Points

Zack

Don't look at me that way
I see it in your eyes
Don't worry about me I've been fine
I'm not gonna lie I've been a mess
Since you left
And every time I see you
It gets more And more intense
~Demi Lovato, Get back

The worst part about betrayal is that you'll never get it from a stranger. You'll get it from the people you trusted.

One person shouldn't have that much power over you, it just isn't right.

But Cindy did. Cindy was the first person I told about our money issues, she's the only one who knew what I went through after my father died. She's the only one I let in, the only one who I felt comfortable telling my business to.

She understood, she sat with me and helped me get my mind off the things that bothered me on a daily basis. She was my escape from everything. Even ten minutes with her was like escaping to another world.

But then she threw it all away, she left me for golden boy, Daniel Trueman.
I mean, what does flipping Daniel Trueman have that I don't?
What does she see in him?
He can't be her type if he dated Maya.
If I remember Maya correctly, there is no way she has anything in common with Cindy.

Cindy is spontaneous and outgoing, Maya had always been more safe, kind of awkward and weird... There's no way they could have anything in common especially not a boy.

I know for a fact that if I had proposed this idea of revenge to Cindy, she would have immediately been all for it but then there was Maya.

God! I forgot how annoying she could be.
Always looking at the 'what ifs', always trying to be a 'goody two shoes', always trying to do the right thing.

Even when we were kids, it was hard to get Maya to do anything fun, she was always there saying things like 'what if our parents find out. Zack?' Or 'That's wrong, Zack." Or "I don't think we should eat that, Zack."

She really drove me crazy with all that.
The guy cheated on her! She should be furious.
She should want to hurt him.

I stared at my undone homework.
There was no way I was getting anything done with all that was on my mind.

I sighed and pulled away from my desk.
I quickly threw a hoodie on and changed into a pair basketball shorts.

I grabbed my duffel bag off the floor, threw in my phone and my wallet and basket ball and headed out the door of my room.

My mother doesn't like it when I go out and don't tell her where I'm heading but she was still resting from her late night shift and I didn't want to wake her.

I headed to the kitchen, deciding to just leave her a note. The basketball court in the park was only a five minute drive but knowing my mother, she would call the cops claiming her son had been kidnapped.

I walked over the the island table where my mother had been doing our taxes, looking for a piece of paper and a pen.

I froze when something caught my eye. It was a real estate agent's card and a flier on selling your house for a profit.

I scrunched up my brows.
Selling the house?
Mum wouldn't sell this house.
I get that things were bad but were they really that bad?
Mum loves this house. It's one of the things dad left us that I know she wouldn't part with.
Or at least she wouldn't want to.
If she had to... now that would be a completely different situation.
But things couldn't be that bad, right?
She would tell me if things were that bad, right?

I was about to pick up the flier to read more of what it said but before I had the chance to, I heard the doorbell ring.

Arg! Who wanted to bother us on a Sunday?