I told him. I told him absolutely everything. He was so patient with me. He didnt try to pry anything out of me, and when i got choked up and couldn’t talk for a minute, he sat quietly and waited for me to continue. So i did.

I told him about how Rick had first asked me out on the school trip last year. I told him how sweet i thought he was back then and how happy i was. Everything was like perfect.

We dated for 9 months. The first five were everything i could have wanted. Pure bliss. Then things started getting shaky. We were falling apart. The harder i tried to work things out the worse it got.

Then there was Tiffany. She started flirting like crazy with him and he then started flirting, too. He all but cheated on me with her. He started making sorry excuses to spend time with her instead of me. And then he finally ended it.

I told Dave everything. How awful this made me feel about myself. How much i wanted to kill Tiffany. And Rick. Here I was opening up to this boy, and i didn’t even know him.