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Copyright 2012 Natalie Elle Tyler - All Rights Reserved

Christopher Walker and Holly Lemmons were kissing right in front of me. My best friend was kissing my crush. 

“Cristina,” Holly says, immediately noticing I was there. She lets go of him and he just stands off to the side as we continued our upcoming argument. He probably wishes Holly were me. I wish that.

“What…-“ In a way I felt too vulnerable to speak. I wanted Holly to explain everything to me. After all, she was my best friend, but after this I didn’t know how she would explain.

“Cristina, I can explain-“ Holly says- her voice in desperation like those girls in the movies whom betrayed their best friends. I hated those movies. I hated how they'd leave you in the dust. 

Reality was majorly different from fantasies though because in dreams you can get those close relationships back. As in reality… it’s highly unlikely. I was trying hard not to care at the moment but it was extremely difficult with Chris just standing to the side. He had no idea what we were talking about- for what at least I hope. Chris probably knows I like him now, and I'm just being denial.

“Cristina!” She exclaims, her voice cracking. Her voice said it like nothing ever happened. We were still best friends. But her face was something else. Her eyes were drooping down like a sad dog, along with her head. It reminded me of Aunt Rose with her neck surgery. That was when I was five though. Holly sounded desperate overall, and I couldn’t help but feel bad because even though she had never been a friend to me, I was still a friend to her. I kept my promises.

“He kissed me!” Holly says in defense for herself. She knew that what she did was wrong and it was the unforgivable. She knew that this would hurt me and break me to tears, and thanks to her- I could be broken.

“What?” Chris shrieks. He looks surprised by Holly’s outburst, his back flexing in an awkward position. “You kissed me,” He tells Holly in a retort.

“What?” Holly asks.

At this point both of them are just arguing back and forth, and all I can do is look at my worn-out dark blue sneakers that had white laces tied on top. Each shoelace had dirt on it now thanks to the two years of wearing them. I didn’t know who to believe. My best friend since day three or my crush who I ‘fell in love’ with in the sixth grade. I wanted to go with the feeling in my gut, as they say, but is it possible that that could be wrong too? The whole situation looked like it was Holly’s fault, and my brain was saying to let go of her. She is a jerk. But my heart is the one place in me where everything is so easy. It tells me to not let go and to not bring a boy into our friendship. But I believed Christopher. A best friend would never do this. I was telling myself to stay strong. But honestly, I can’t think of any time where I have never been more humiliated. Obviously, Christopher knew that I liked him now, and I could not pretend that this wasn’t the end of me and Holly. I guess she was never a good friend.

I still couldn’t believe the fact how Holly had lied to me all this time! Every time where she had told me that she had hated Chris, I believed her. I guess instead she had been daydreaming of him behind my back. She’d figure it’s easy because it’s her thoughts, and I’d never know. I fell for her lie, and I felt idiotic! It was easier to see now how she was his girlfriend and I was her jealous wannabe. I fell into the pit where the third wheel was found, and apparently my best friend wasn’t helping me out of it. I thought she was my friend… She looked at me straight into the eyes… and lied. I thought we’d be close forever.

“Cristina,” I hear Holly say loudly, trying to reason with me. “Listen to me!” She says as I watch her step closer to me.

She touches my arm like a best friend would, so I couldn’t run even though I wasn’t trying. Her voice was still blocked out from my head as I tried to hold the strong tears back. I could see her big, green eyes, and how they were begging me to stay. I looked at the direction to where Christopher was, and I could see Holly frustrated now, knowing I chosed him over her. He looked down the other side of the stairs I came up from, peering down at a blond chick from my class last year. She’s pretty, and her blonde hair flips so perfectly just the way like Holly’s.

“He’s not worth it.” I hear Holly tell me, “I’m your best friend.”

I shake my head, unable to block Holly’s voice no more. It was giving me an headache, I was tired of drama for the night and especially- if it was from my best friend. “No you’re not,” I tell her.

I looked straight into her eyes and told her, “You’re much worse.”

Looking back… I think that’s what I regret most…

But she knew me so well… She knew all my secrets and weak-spots and they were all tied up around her pinky in a promise by her not to tell. How could she do this? She was there for me when talking to him, she knew I was shy and that must’ve been her advantage. She should also know I liked my space. Why wasn’t she giving me any?

“Cristina, I never meant-“

“Don’t call me that!” I snap at her as I ran down the spiraling staircase of Christopher’s. I still couldn’t believe myself for bawling at his mansion.

Cristina... I hate that name. I hate my world, my life...-It's a nightmare I want to wake up from. I hate everything about me! From my green eyes, freckles, to the honey-brown curls locked behind my ears. That's why I always keep my hair up. That was why I was wearing the French braid mother had made so perfectly for me. Holly was even there, but she probably didn’t even care. Tonight was the first time my hair looked somehow special. Holly found a way though to get herself into the spotlight, like always. Right here, right now- sometimes sorry just isn’t enough. These are one of those times…