She's Kind of a Disaster

7- No Witnesses

"I keyed Clay's truck," Bella informs me on Saturday afternoon as we're in a coffee house right off of campus drinking coffee on this little couch in the corner of the room. It's our favorite place to go because it's so calm and cozy and the coffee is amazing. They also have the best handmade cinnamon rolls.

"Did you write anything?"

"Slut," She says after taking another drink from her coffee mug. "He hasn't texted me about it yet so I'm not sure if he found it or not but I assume he'll be angry."

"He does love his truck," I nod in confirmation. "Nobody saw you do it, I hope."

"No witnesses," She assures me. "What he deserves is me driving his truck into a fucking lake, but that's too much work so he's lucky that this is all I'm doing. Every time that I think about it, I just get angry again and I don't know how you haven't combusted yet with rage."

"I've done my fair share of raging," I admit to her. "But it's not really going to get us anywhere so I'm trying my very best to contain it."

"I know that I should support you and your maturity but I'm still going to go ape shit on him," She warns me. "But if you don't want to be a part of it, that's fine, I'll just keep you posted."

"That sounds good," I say with a small laugh and take another drink of my hot coffee. "And if it's okay with you, I'm not really feeling like going to that party tonight. I'm just tired."

"That's fine," Bella nods. "You know, the first few months of school there's at least three ragers every weekend so I'll drag you to one eventually."

"That's fine, just-"

"Wren!" I hear somebody yell my name and Bella and I both turn toward the voice to see Kelsey standing at the entrance to the coffee shop—her red hair in a tangled mess, her face streaked with smeared mascara and eye liner, her face paler than usual. She storms over to us, hiccupping and sobbing like a mess.

"What happened to you?" Bella asks before I can say anything. I have a pretty good idea of what happened.

"Jesse broke up with me," She mumbles out under her snotty sobs. "Wren, you have to talk to him for me. Please?"

"Kelsey, I shouldn't get involved," I tell her with an apologetic frown. I hate that she feels so sad, but I think that thinking that their relationship just didn't work out is better than knowing the truth—that he never truly loved her at all. "I can't tell Jesse what to do."

"But if he just knows how much I care about him and love him, maybe he'll rethink this," She explains, joining Bella and I by sitting in the arm chair across from the couch that we're sitting on. "I can't breathe without him, I have to get him back."

"No," I shake my head at her. "You can do better. Honestly, he's an asshole."

"I can't," She shakes her head at me. "He's the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me."

"He doesn't love you," I tell her and I know that I don't sound sympathetic but maybe if I just pound it into her that she should just move on, maybe it could help. "And I know that it hurts to hear but you'll hurt a lot less if you just move on."

"It'd save some dignity too," Bella adds. "Don't grovel for a guy who isn't even worth your time."

"Do you have something to do with this?" Kelsey demands, glaring at Bella, who has been overheard talking about how hot Jesse is and how she's been waiting for the two of them to break up so she could make her move. "Oh my god, you slept with him, didn't you?"

Bella holds her hands up in surrender. "No way. I'm not a homewrecker. Jesse is just being an asshole."

"But he isn't an asshole. He's sweet and he's charming and he's beautiful and he was so understanding when I told him that I'm waiting until marriage. I mean, how many college guys are okay with not having sex? He was so amazing and I couldn't ask for anybody more perfect for me," She wails hysterically.