My Best Friend, The Bad Boy

11 | Knuckleheads Get Bruises

11 | Knuckleheads Get Bruises Because They Respond Better To Swift Punches To The Face

Kaillie's POV: (not edited)

"So how exactly did you rain on his pitiful parade?" Abby says with a smirk and an extra smidge of sass she sits in front of me on my bed.

"Well," I say, settling in to get more comfy, "he came to my door, I stepped outside. He wanted to talk, apparently. When he offered me apology flowers, I pushed them back at him forcefully. When he tried to apologize, I refused to accept any of his lies. He tried to tell me he loved me, Abby. So I turned around and smacked the door on his face," I tell her, my mouth in a flat, emotionless line, my eyes hard.

"I'm sorry Kai, I'm sorry who had to deal with him. Did you ever think you loved him, Kaillie? Is that why that one sentence seemed to hurt you so much?" she asked quietly, putting her hair behind her ear and meeting my eyes softly, searching for the answer in the case I didn't want to say.

"I thought I might, at one point or another. I thought maybe..."I trail off, looking down into my lap. I'd barely admitted it to myself, much less anyone else. "I thought I was falling, even just a little bit. I never said anything, but I thought it was a possibility," I tell her, meeting her light eyes once again. "But after everything he has done, I know there is no way I could ever truly love someone like him. Maybe I was trying to convince myself I was in the relationship for a reason. But maybe I was just englamored in being in a relationship, in having a boyfriend, so much so that I couldn't see the true him. And if I wasn't with the real him, was our relationship even real?" I ask her, wondering out loud, searching her eyes for the answer to my questions.

"Kai, I assure you it was real. It happened, and it's over now. But he, Zachary-" she emphasises, putting a hand on my shoulder and staring into my eyes to get her point across,"-isn't as real as what you deserve, what you will always deserve. You, Kaillie, you're as real as can be. You feel everything so deeply-which isn't always a good thing-and I'm sure everyone envies you for that. Because what you feel is real-you are so genuine, unlike it would seem so many people in this world have become. Few our age understand it. Zach isn't one of the few that understand it. Zach lied. To you. And he's probably aware of how much it hurt you," she finishes, or so I think.

"He probably does know..." I sigh unwillingly.

"And because he should be more than likely aware that he hurt you, and he did it with the intent to hurt you, do you know what that makes him?" she doesn't wait for me to answer before saying, "It makes him an asshole. An asshole who is unworthy of your tears and your sadness. Yes, it is really painful, but I don't think you should wallow in it," she tells me. "Actually, I won't let you, just saying," she slips in, her hair slightly falling over her face as she tilts her head just a tad. Her eyes suddenly become lighter, like they're bouncing off the walls in her mind, or like dark clouds lifting on a rainy day, making the day become brighter.

"What?" I ask curiously, wondering why the sudden change of scenery through the windows of her soul.

"So what do you think we're going to do?" she asks me excitedly.

"Hmmm, I don't know, eat ice cream?" I suggest. I can always go for ice cream.

"Yes, that, and watch more girly movies!" she says gleefully. And not gonna lie, that makes me pretty happy too. So happy, that we bounce a little from our sitting positions before we both jump up to get supplies.

*~*~*

After a night full of girl talk, chick flicks and more ice cream, I can't say it didn't help me feel better. My Sunday was lazy and relaxing in all the right kind of ways. I watched TV, slept in and did my homework. It was like I lived in a little bubble where I wasn't hurt or in pain, and Zach, to be totally honest, didn't really exist. Yes, I thought of him, but not enough to made me cry. Again.