What's Done is Done

Chapter 20

- Delilah's POV -

Okay, I wasn't telling Allison the truth. I am not okay; I am not all right. Ever since she and Brandon got together, I've been experiencing jealousy and loneliness and sadness.

It used to be just Allison and I. Well, Daniel was in the picture too a while back, but Allison kept her life with Daniel away from me, something I always appreciated.

It isn't the same with Allison and Brandon. Al is hanging out with Brandon way more than she hangs out with me. And I'M her best friend! I get that Brandon is her boyfriend and everything, but best friends are way more important...in my opinion, anyway.

I haven't told Allison about how I truly feel about the situation. If I do tell her, she'll get mad at me and our friendship will be at stake. And I don't want that to happen!

Another reason why I'm jealous is that Allison managed to find a really great guy to go out with and I didn't. I mean, I'm currently in a long distance relationship with my sort of boyfriend Evan Hartley, but it doesn't really feel like we're dating because we're far away from each other.

I decide that after we go home from Paris, I'll visit Evan in New York City. He'll definitely take my mind off Allison and Brandon, the stupid lovebirds.

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I had had a wonderful trip in Paris. Paris is a really and truly wonderful country to stay in. Maybe when I'm an adult, I'll live here.

A week later, we unfortunately have to leave Paris and head on back home. I don't wanna leave, but I know we have to. I had had a terrific week!

When we go back home, all of us just sleep, recovering from the awful jet lag.

The next day, Allison and Brandon goes on another one of their countless dates (this particular date they're going to the mall and the movie theater). Mom and Dad are at work.

Today is the perfect day to surprise Evan in NYC! Because NYC is only two hours away by train, I'll be home by this evening before Mom and Dad even get back home from work.

I get ready, making sure that I look appealing and sexy; I'm dressed in a navy blue halter top, light blue stonewashed shorts, and white sandals; my dark, dark, dark brown hair (it's almost black) is straightened and accessorized with a white headband, my coal black eyes are coated with light pink eye shadow and mascara, my coal black skin is thinly layered with foundation and light pink blush, and my fingernails are painted navy blue.

I smile at myself in the mirror. Yeah, I look pretty damn good.

I stop at the train station, buy my ticket, and as soon as my train arrives, I hop right in.

Two hours later, at half past noon, I'm in NYC, totally excited to see Evan.