[Highest rank: #84 in Teen Fiction]
Anya Brooks was convinced that the brown-eyed boy she met two years ago during her trip to India was the one for her. Things didn't go exactly as planned, though, and she returned to New York heartbroken.
When An...
For a long time, the two girls sat in silence, consumed by their own thoughts. Finally, Faith sighed and glanced at her best friend.
"Hey," she said gently, putting her hand on Anya's shoulder. "It's alright. He broke your heart, Anya; you're entitled to feel like this. Now, come on, bring it in." She extended her arms, and Anya finally broke down and half-fell into the embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.
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Anya sniffled, and looked up at her through teary red eyes. "I should hate him. I should hate that he led me on. I should- but I can't. I can't, and I don't know why. But here I am, still hopelessly in love with a boy who probably hasn't given me a second thought for the last two years."
"Well, you know what? He's a jerk for breaking your heart like that, and if I ever meet him, I promise you I will punch him in the face."
Anya let out a shaky laugh. "That's okay. You don't need to do that. I'll gladly do it myself." She sat up straight then, and wiped her tears off her face, looking thoughtful. "You know, if all had gone well and he didn't really have a girlfriend already, I think you would be shipping us by now."
A smile tugged at the corner of Faith's mouth. "Well, yeah, I guess so. If he really is as cute as you're making him out to be, then I'm pretty sure I'd be trying to get you two together right now."
"If he hadn't acted like a jerk, that is."
"Yeah," Faith agreed with a sigh. There was a pause, then Anya spoke up again.
"Faith?"
"Hmm?"
"I don't think I can bring myself to see him again."
"Well, maybe you won't have to. There's no guarantee that your Aunt will hire their mum as the caterer again."
"But what if she does?" Anya persisted.
She heard her friend draw in a breath as she pondered the question. "Then I guess the only advice I can give you is- be strong."
******
The next morning was a beautiful one. Birds chirped outside the window as a light breeze blew in, making the curtains billow. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the room. Sprawled on the double bed, the two girls groaned in unison.
"Why couldn't you close the curtains before you went to sleep?" Anya complained, burrowing her head into the pillow as a poor attempt to block out the light.
"Well, you were supposed to remind me to do that," Faith said groggily. "Ugh! Why is it so sunny if winter's almost here?!"
Anya looked up at the wall clock sleepily, and groaned again. "It's not even 8 o' clock yet. I think we can afford to sleep for a few more hours."
