Never the Same

Chapter one

Dear Cupid's assistant,

So I just found out that my best guy friend, who I haven't talked to in like 5 months, just broke up with his girlfriend about two weeks ago. I called him on monday. He actually answered and we talk for a minute. Then left me a message the next morning at like 2 telling me to call him. So I did & he didn't answer, so I called him the next day & he didn't answer again. So I left a message (that was thursday). He still hasn't called me back. The reason we haven't talked is cause his ex sent me a message on facebook telling me I needed to leave him alone & she didn't like me and all this stuff. He was drunk when I tried to talk to him about it and i felt like he was ignoring. So I put a status on FB that I shouldn't have & we both said things we shouldn't have. I tried to say sorry but he just ignored my calls/ texts. We have known each other since 7th grade. Our brothers know each other & his mom loves me. We "dated" for like a month last year. So we have a lot of history. I have always been there for him. we always have fun together & it was the type of friendship where we could completely be ourselves around each other. I miss him and still want to be friends, if we could talk things out. I'm just confused & don't know why he hasn't called back if he wants to be friends again.

-Zoey

Dear Zoey,

He just needs to blow off some steam. He clearly is having trouble getting over his ex. He will come to you when he comes to his senses, but for now just give him some time to get his act together. Given how close you two are he will come to you eventually.

Always, CA.

I logged off my blog (yes I'm Cupid's assistant) and shut down my laptop before going into my new bathroom, we have all our stuff in boxes because we just moved to the other side of town. Both my parents are surgeons and are hardly home, which means I'm alone most of the nights. I sigh and grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and start brushing my teeth, I start thinking about school tomorrow, I still haven't unpacked my school uniforms or any clothes or shoes. We moved in earlier this morning and haven't had time to unpack anything except furniture. I spit into the sink and turn the water on. My ombré hair falls right below my hip onto my tan skin, my blue eyes shimmer with my blue pajama shirt and blue plaid pajama pants. I hop into bed and turn my alarm on and turn off the lamp before drifting off into a deep sleep.

BUZZ

BUZZ

BUZZ. The sound of my alarm clock goes off and I groan before hitting it off and checking the time, 6 AM. I hop out of bed and into the shower.

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BEEP, BEEP. Conner signals that he's outside and a tad bit impatient, I take one last look at my uniform in the mirror, the white blouse isn't ironed and wrinkled, the vest looks nice and compliments the waves in my hair, the tie is old but a cute dark green plaid just like my skirt that reached mid-thigh, my gray knee high boots compliment my eyes nice, finally I add one coat of lip gloss then I'm done with my outfit. I hurry and grab my black purse and throw my phone in there and I rush downstairs, my parents aren't home, shocker there. But my boyfriend was here in his old truck that I adore, I hop in the passenger seat and kiss his cheek softly.

When we reach hell, aka Anderson private school, I groan, but my bestfriends go here, Blair and Alison, we all hang out in one group really. When we pull in we get greeted by Blair and Alison with hugs and many questions about the new house. Before I could answer someone pulls in with a motorcycle, Ryder Blaine, The typical bad boy. I roll my eyes and answer their questions about my house as we walk into school and separate to our own lockers.

"So how's the new house babe," Connor says and walks me to my locker, lately me and Connor have grown apart, we've just stopped talking a lot and we've grown tired of each other.