“So, Ayla,” Tiffany walked up to me at my locker, “You and Rick finally broke it off.” I cringed at the sound of his name.
“Yeah,” I said as I looked down, “last night”
“Oh what a shame.” She gave one of her I’m sorry to hear that but ha now I can have him half-frowns.

I couldn’t stand her, but that was Tiffany for you. Totally bitchy, future Playmate type. Yeah.

I watched her walk over to his locker and put her hand on his arm, laughing in a flirty manner. Whore.

I stumbled to the bathroom, locked the door and fell on the floor crying. I didn’t know where to go, nothing made sense without him. I stood up, dried my eyes, and walked out of the bathroom, and right into someone I didn’t even know.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry about that…” I said.

“It’s ok- have you been crying?” He asked as he pulled me out of the middle of the hallway.