Once His [ON BREAK]

Seven

"This is my girlfriend, Grace."

This may not have ever happened to you before, but its always awkward- and quite upsetting- when you find out your best friend is dating your newly-found enemy. We all have that awkward moment in life when something like this happens, like if you were actually dating your long-lost cousin that you thought was just a guy from school. Well, this was a whole new level of weird.

"Girlfriend?" I whisper-scream to Bryce, who holds his hand out to the blonde demon. Grace takes it greedily and tucks it into her own palm. He smiles and nods, and whispers something into her ear, and she giggles and bats her lashes, and then disappears behind him and into the kitchen. Bryce steps outside, next to me, and shuts the door so that it's just a crack open.

"Aren't you okay with me and Grace being together?" he asks soothingly, backing up and trying to give me some space. "Seriously, Casey, I know she was mean to you. But she told me that she's really sorry." I mumble an "I doubt it" and hope he doesn't hear me. I had told him the day when I had went to the hospital the night after I ran from school that Grace was nothing but a good-for-nothing brat. I guess he really didn't get that I seriously disliked that chick.

"I'm kind of not, but I guess if you like her, that's all that matters." I say. I tried to sound happy, but I guess my facial expression told Bryce that I really wasn't okay with her. He sighed.

"Casey, seriously. I swear to God she's a pretty chill girl. She wouldn't hurt a fly." he debates. I roll my eyes and him and puff a short breath out from my nose. I look up at him, his swirling green-blue irises darkening with anger. "If you don't like my own girlfriend, then why don't you leave me alone?"

My spine straightens and I gasp lightly, serious this time. My eyes widen against his hard and sturdy glance. I stutter out, "Are you actually serious, Bryce? Come on, she hates me. I thought we were friends." He laughs.

"Good friends don't tell their friend that they don't like who they love," he says, each word laced with anger, but his voice does not stutter at all. I blink my eyes to bring the tears back into my eyes, not along and down my cheeks for all to see. But all he does is see his way to open the front door from behind him, go into his house, and shut the door in my face.

I shiver in the cold weather outside, where I stand on my best friend's porch. My best friend. More like the one who doesn't believe me in anything. At my thought I shiver again, and the frigid wind blows against the back of my head. I take in a large, shaky breath and put my hands over my face, shielding my view of the dark wooden door in front of me.

And I let myself cry. Cry about losing my best friend, my mother, and so many other things.

Like myself.

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We all lose things in our life. Like that piece of gum under the couch, or that book report that was due three weeks ago.

But its way harder losing a living thing. A living thing, like an older relative, or that pet that you've had for years. But in some people's opinions, it's even worse to lose a living thing to something different to death, like running away or completely ignoring you for what feels like forever.

In my opinion, what's even worse then losing someone to something like that is losing that one someone to a fight. Just one fight can settle that you two can and will completely not talk to one another ever again. And that's what happened to me and my best friend Bryce Layne.

We had only fought for a few minutes, but fighting about who other people we hang out kind-of resulted in some deeply bad shit.

I knew I could have survived my social life without a friend like Bryce, because there were plenty of other people I talked to, like partners in science class and people in clubs. But then I realized, I may not actually be able to survive my actual life without a friend like Bryce.