Just a little misunderstanding....

CHAPTER THREE: CONFRONTATIONS.

At about 7:00am the next morning, my alarm clock, being the annoying freak it was, woke me up with its repeated blaring. I reluctantly got up from my comfy bed and got ready for a dreadful day of bitches in school.
Ian had called me 33 times yesterday and texted me 21 times and after the 33rd call, I just turned off my cell and discarded it somewhere.

Yesterday was pretty awesome, that is, apart from the nasty reminders of Ian. After I had finished crying my eyeballs out and Diana had cooled down about the whole ish, we stuffed ourselves full with the ever faithful Ben&Jerry's cookie dough ice cream while watching re-runs of scream queens.

That's one of the many reasons why I love Diana. She doesn't behave like all those stuck-up moms who probably would have scolded their children to death; instead, she encouraged me to plot up ways to get revenge on bitch-becca and Ian.

I had come up with boring ideas like egging their houses or hijacking their mailboxes. Diana on the other hand, brought up crazy ideas like pouring a whole can of itching powder on every piece of clothing that Ian owns or replacing bitch-becca's shampoo with glue. They were pretty hilarious pranks to pull off, but neither of us could summon up the courage to actually carry out the pranks.

Anyways, back to my not-so-fabulous life, after I had spent about 10 minutes straight swearing at my alarm clock, I barely had time for breakfast so I rushed off to school on an empty stomach. I got to school with about 10 mins to spare before the first period and I wasn't exactly in the best of moods.

It turns out that somebody up there hates me cause the first person I make eye contact with at school turns out to be the great Ian Martins himself.

I immediately made a detour in the opposite direction walking away, more like running away from him, completely forgetting that Ian has been the head of our school's track team since like....forever. Thus, resulting in my captivity after like two seconds of running. ugh! curse my non athletic genes!

Ian's firm grip was on my upper arm and I immediately tried to shurg it off, but obviously my numerous attempts were in vain, notice that I mentioned that his grip was firm.

"Tori, what the fuck is up with you? I freaking called you all day yesterday!"Ian asked angrily.

When I heared in anger in his voice, a wire in my brain sparked; he was mad at me? He had no fucking right to be mad at me!

"You want to know what the fuck is up with me? I'll tell you what the fuck is up with me!"

I had been full on yelling now and people were starting to stare, but I didn't care, I was practically spitting fire by now.

"The fact that the guy who I thought was my boyfriend practically abandoned me on our fight night together to fuck my best friend!!" I yelled in his face trying hard to fight the tears.

Ian looked at me, confusion painted on his face,"What do you mean?" he asked.

"That right." I said to him,"Becca snitched about you guys hooking up."

Realisation etched on his face and he muttered under his breath, "That son of a....she wasn't supposed to tell anyo-" I flung my hand across his cheek in a resounding slap and shock was written on his face.

I cannot believe that after cheating and lying to me, not only his girlfriend, but also his best friend, after our night of intimacy, his only regret was that I had found out. I guess a small part of me still hoped that maybe, just maybe it hadn't been Ian in that picture. But now all hope was lost.