Cheater, Cheater, Bestfriend Eater [EDITING]

Chapter 4 - Why couldn't I come up with one of my insults now?

Word has definitely spread across the school about Tyler and I's very public breakup. As I walk through the halls alone, people stare. They're either giving me looks of pity or straight up telling me I should've seen it coming.

Adam left last night at 11, after making sure countless time I was emotionally stable. I offered him a ride to school, but insisted he likes the walk.

Ignoring the looks, I hold my head up, squeezing through the crammed hallway towards my locker. Pulling the silver door open, my gaze lands on a single white envelope, with a lily flower sitting on top.

Tyler is the only one who ever gets me lilies, I don't know where he got the idea that they are my favorites from. Their smell makes me sneeze. Anger overtakes me.

I rip the letter out, scrunching it to an odd shaped ball. Satisfying my anger slightly. I take the letter and the lily to the bin, dropping them dramatically. They land on top of a moldy sandwich.

"Couldn't she see it coming?" I don't turn around from my locker, the Barbie worshippers obviously don't know I'm right here.

"Tyler told Jake that she didn't put out enough" one of the other girls responds, snickering as if my sex life is any of her business.

"That being said, it's pretty obvious what was going on. He was probably with Laura and who knows who else, because she couldn't satisfy him" The first bitch responds, I clench the metal door tightly, stopping myself from turning around and putting their sculpted noses back to their original malformed state.

When I hear the sound of their heels clicking away, I forcefully slam the door, the metal clanging loudly. I don't need to look around to know all eyes are on me, I can feel them.

Shoving my earbuds in, I start to blast music. Blink-182 drowns out the nasty thoughts that circle around my head, telling me I should go find Tyler and make him tell people how satisfied I really made him. He can't deny it considering he cried, on more than one occasion.

I shove the chair back, taking a quick seat in my bio class, almost everyone is here. Everyone except Adam.

I haven't seen him at all this morning, I told him he would be late if he walked, but nobody listens to Harley.

*****

Lunch and second break pass, but there still no sign of Adam. I try to hide my worry, but visions of him having been hit by a car, or worse beaten to a pulp by Tyler and his lacrosse friends dance though my mind.

Changing into the schools grey and blue fitness uniform I wander over to the cross country track. The teacher had sent out an email last night informing us she wouldn't be here and we were to choose one of the sports she selected, for last period.

I was definitely not doing basketball, volley ball or badminton. All three sports had balls, and often those balls went flying into faces. That's a no from me.

High Jump is not one of my favorite things, so that leaves me with cross country training. Not the best option, but definitely better than the others.

Who knows maybe it'll help me blow off some steam.

Clear my mind.

I come to a puffing halt, the bell ringing over the loud speaker, my legs heavy as I walk back towards the change rooms. I need a shower and a kilo of deodorant.

After I feel fresh enough to be around people I make my way down the deserted hallway to my locker. Munching on my muesli bar, I fiddle with my bag, shoving the rubbish back inside it.

When I get to my locker, I spot a pair of familiar black Nikes standing right where I should be. Looking up his jean clad body, I feel the scowl form on my face.