Brad

Midge

Grace p.o.v

'I kissed Midge.' And just like that the moment died.

Brad p.o.v

I watched her smile disappear and lowered my eyes before it could be replaced with a frown. 'Explain.' This is the thing I love most about her. She's fair. She doesn't get angry or pretend like she doesn't care. Instead, she lets me explain. I don't deserve her.

'I went to her party, the one she invited everyone to.' I ignored the disappointed in her face and continued. I only went because I thought she'd be there. I should have known better.

'I was asking around for...'you, 'for the uh bathroom and I got knocked into this room. When I got there this guy came up to me and handed me this drink. I recognised him from history class and I know it was stupid and wrong to trust him but he had smiled at me and I was thirsty, so I drank it.' She was silent.

'After about thirty seconds, the room started to spin and then there was this girl in front of me and she said her name but I couldn't understand it.' I thought she was you.

Grace p.o.v

I ignored his disappointed look and walked away, wiping away the lone tear. Just my luck, I slammed straight into Midge in my way out and refused to turn and see the look of satisfaction on her face as she sashayed towards Brad. My Brad.

I practically ran away not realising that I should have cherished that moment with Brad because I didn't know it then but it was the last moment I was going to have with him for a long time.

I spent the rest of the week sulking and avoiding Brad though he tried to apologise many times and finally on Friday I let him.

'It's fine. I've already forgotten about it. 'I lied. Okay it probably seems like I'm overreacting so I'm going to explain what Midge did to me.

It's the cliché over used story of the best friend turned arch nemesis. It's all fine and good when you read about it or even watch movies about it but when it actually happens to you, it hurts.

As you will expect, she and I were besties and then her parents died. Everything changed. She changed. At first, I defended her, said it was the hurt, she'd come back eventually but she never did. It wasn't temporary. She became the meanest, most slutty person in the world. The sad thing was that I stayed with her. I held her when she cried, held her hair when she puked and held her hand when she was exceptionally angry.

I was stupid to believe she was aware of this and actually cared but I came to my senses when she drugged me and locked me in a room full of hormonal teenage boys when I insisted she was too drunk and tried to take her home.

Brad and I were already close at this time and he heard my cries and saved me. My best friend almost had me raped because she didn't want to leave early. That's pretty severe and eye opening if you ask me. After that, I changed. I stopped making excuses for her and she tried to apologise but I refused and she set her sights on Brad.

She promised me that she would get him if it was the last thing she did. And now, she's got him.