Peanut Butter Cups

7- Lies

This chapter is un-edited!

Amber P.O.V.

"Amb- Amber!" Joanna squealed.

Currently, I was sobbing in the corner of my bed. I don't even know why I was crying, but I hurt. I hurt a lot.

Joanna and I were extremely excited. We  were going to the airport to welcome Jake back.

Little did I know, this was not going to the the supposedly good experience.

Joanna parked her old convertible and unlocked the doors. We both climbed out and made our way inside.

Jake was getting out on floor 3 so we had to find out way up there to surprise him.

Problem one, we had to make our way up 2 crowded floors just to see him. We decided to skip the elevator or escalator because they were full of writhing bodies. We decided to just climb up the stairs.

The tears were beginning to thin on my face. I felt them gradually diminish.

We finally reached the top of the stairs. The third floor seemed even more crowded with people, it was as if the room was just humans.

Problem two, I had no idea as to where Jake was.

Joanna and I decided to split up and look for him that way. Not a good idea, I know.

Multiple people rammed into me as I searched for Jake. People, everywhere. It was like an ocean of reds and greens, blues and purples. Obviously, this was not fun for me.

My eyes began to tear up again, thinking of that one moment of hope, that one moment that I was looking forward to seeing.

There he was, Jake.

Was it Jake? He wasn't wearing his normal attire of sweater vests and bow ties. His glasses were replaced with air. And, well, as embarrassing as it was; he looked hot.

I'm such a creep, he is  my best friend...

Just then, I saw it. My face grew pale as I yearned to look away. My heart began to break.

Not break, it began to shatter.

Sobs, they were once non existent in my life. Tears, I would have laughed if someone told me I would ever be this emotional. But here I am, crying over a boy. Not just any boy, though.

He was my best friend.

I guess now you could call me the basic stereotype for emotionally-unstable-mean girl.

She was on him. Actually on him. Her lips moved in rhythm with his, I could see it. This wasn't one of the cliché movie moments where you run away and the boy manages to convince you that she forced herself on him. No, not today.

They were kissing, they were actually kissing. How... That's all I could muster up in my brain. Just how?

He missed her. Not me, he actually was doing this.

Aliah was dead to me.

After the whole Jake scenario, I found Joanna and we left the airport immediately. I told her everything that happened as she comforted me.

"How did I not see this," I whispered.

Joanna shook her head, "How are you supposed to see through a mask?"

She was right, how was I?

But Aliah, she was my friend. She knew about my feelings; even if so didn't