My Almost Best Friend

Chapter 34

Chapter 34:

I wake up early Saturday morning, after a restless night.

My muscles ache as I sit up in bed.

A seven mile walk home does not do a body good.

Touching my face, I realize that the now dried, hot tears have made my face sticky, and I remember last night.

Now I really feel a pit in my stomach.

My phones lighting up so I yank it from my nightstand, forgetting that the charger is still attached, and I send my lamp crashing down hard, and the bulb shatters on the ground.

That just happened. Of course.

Thinking I deal with it later, I unplug my phone and place it on my lap.

There's one text from Trevor.

"Walking home alone in the dark was a stupid move. I could've driven you home you know, all you had to do was ask."

Okay great, so now he's ticked at me too.

Then my mom rushes in. "Bree, what happened?! I heard a crash!"

She then looks down at the broken pieces on my rug.

"It fell," I say simply, hoping she'll go away now.

"It fell? Now how'd that happen and were you..." She stops mid-sentence as she looks at me.

"Why's your hair still up and your makeup still on?" She asks scratching her head.

"I forgot to take it off," I say casually.

"Oh yes!" She says perking up. "How was the dance!"

"It was a high school dance, mom, not my wedding."

"Fine, fine, fine," she days pursing her lips. "If you don't want to talk about it this early, that's okay, but I will make you give me a full detailed description at some point."

"Okay mom," I say yawning.

She walks out, coding the door softly.

I guess I'd better go over to Amarys' house now. If she doesn't want to talk to me, then that's that, but the least I can do is try.

So I hurry and get dressed and leave the house, quick enough to avoid my mom's questions.

I pull out of the driveway, and head over to Amarys' side of the neighborhood.

It's not too hard to find, since this is the only neighborhood I've ever lived in, and everybody knows everybody.

Looking at her front yard, it's not the same as last time.

All of the flowers are dead, and the grass is uneven and yellow, contrast to the last time I was here and her house looked like it could be straight out ad a home decor magazine.

I knock firmly on the big door, and all I can do is hope that Amarys will talk to me.

Her mom answers the door, and she just looks so similar to Amarys, just like last time, except now she has her hair messily pinned up, and looks really worn out.

Her husband is near the door, but is frantically scribbling away at papers.

"May I help you?" Mrs. Green says softly.

"Um yes," I begin, clearing my throat,"Is Amarys home?"

"Sorry dear, but she's gone to the food court at the mall with some boy, I don't quite remember his name though."

"Thanks anyways," I say turning around.

"Should I tell her you stopped by?" She calls to me.

"No that's okay," I say, climbing into my car.

I begin to drive to the food court because I've got to see this for myself.
If she is with Mike, then so help me I will flip on him.

It's not a long drive, but I'm so filled with anxiousness, that it seems lie forever.

Lucky for me, I find a parking spot right in front of the food court.

What are the two of ten doing here anyways? The mall isn't normally people's number one choice for a good meal.

I walk through the doors and decide to start scanning tables.

That's when I see the two of them.

Amarys and, no not Mike, but Trevor.

I stand there, shocked.

I thought that Amarys was really hurt, but apparently, not that bad.

Then I don't believe what I'm seeing.

He pulls her in tightly for a close hug.

Her head rests in his shoulder, and someone might as well be running over me right now.

Then we make eye contact.

Me and Trevor.

He stands up and walks over to me, Amarys following him.

"Bree, listen," he says.

"No, you listen to me!" I practically yell. I guess my lack of sleep has really caught up now.

"Amarys! Last night you were crying on and on about how heartbroken you were! So what, you think that going to lunch with my boyfriend is going to make you feel better?! Trying to steal Someone else's man for a change?!"

"Woah, Bree!" Trevor says, "Calm down! She's not stealing me from you!"

"Oh?" I say questioningly, "So what then, Trevor? Are you choosing her? Are you really that mad about last night?"

"Bree it's okay we're just hanging out!" Amarys pipes up.

"You never told me that either!" I yell. "Why would you hide something like that? Did you guys want your friendship secret? Because don't tell me I shouldn't feel at all threatened by that!"

"Okay Bree," Trevor says, looking around, "You need to leave. Now. You're obviously too emotional to talk."

"Okay, Trevor. I'll leave. Whatever you want. You too have fun together. But don't talk to me anymore than, Trevor, because you made your choice, and so have I."

I can't hold back the tears anymore, so I run.

I run out to my car and drive it as far as I can, until I'm low on gas.

And even then, I park my car in some old, empty parking lot, and I just cry there for a long time. Realizing that my whole world, has just come crashing down