Broken then Healed (REWRITTEN)

CHAPTER 3

Breaking Point

The first thing I did when I woke up this morning was check my phone. My heart raced as I hoped to see a message from Trisha, an apology for what happened yesterday. Something, anything, that would show she felt guilty about how she acted with Chris.

But my screen was empty.

I sighed, the disappointment settling in my chest. I guess I'll have to confront her in person. I just hope this whole thing with Chris won't ruin our friendship.

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As soon as I walked through the crowded school hallway, I started searching for Trisha. Finding a specific blonde in a sea of students was harder than I thought, but I needed to talk to her—get some kind of explanation.

I pulled out my phone and was about to dial her number when I heard a familiar voice.

My stomach dropped.

I froze as I looked up and saw the last thing I expected—Trisha, standing in front of my locker, laughing with Chris. His arm was casually wrapped around her waist like they were some couple straight out of a movie.

Is this really happening?

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There she was, giggling at something he whispered to her, completely oblivious to the fact that she was tearing me apart.

And of all places—they were doing this in front of my locker.

"What the hell, Trisha?" I snapped, my voice louder than I intended, anger surging through me as I glared at her. At this point, I didn't care who saw or what they thought. I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Oh, hey! You're here." She smiled at me as if nothing was wrong, like she hadn't just completely stabbed me in the back. She leaned closer to Chris, whispering something in his ear before he nodded and walked away, leaving the two of us alone.

"Trisha, what do you think you're doing? You know how much I like Chris, and you're just...what? Going after him anyway?" My voice trembled with hurt, the frustration bubbling over.

She sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Oh, calm down, Jane. I'm not doing anything wrong. It's not like I'm breaking the law. Chris was the one who made the first move, and honestly? I can see why you're into him. He's pretty cute." She smirked. "But tell me, Jane, have you ever wondered why he smiles at me and not at you?"

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. The person standing in front of me didn't feel like my best friend anymore. I barely recognized her.

"You knew how much I liked him, Trisha. You knew! How can you stand there and act like this isn't tearing me apart?" I said, my voice cracking as my heart clenched painfully in my chest.

Trisha crossed her arms, her smirk never fading. "I know, Jane. But I can't just make my feelings disappear. Chris likes me, and I'm not going to throw that away because of some unspoken girl code."

My jaw clenched. I could feel my hands trembling as I fought the urge to slap that smug look off her face. She was provoking me, and she knew it.

"What feelings, Trisha? You barely even knew him before yesterday!" I shook my head, feeling the weight of betrayal crushing me. "If you were in my shoes—if you liked a guy as much as I like Chris—I would never do this to you. Ever."

"Well, that's the difference between us, isn't it?" she shot back, her voice dripping with indifference. "You might put other people first, but I don't. I fight for what I want. I fight for my happiness. And if someone gets hurt in the process? Well, that's their problem, not mine."

I felt like I was suffocating. This wasn't the Trisha I grew up with. This wasn't the girl who had been by my side through everything. It was like she had turned into someone I didn't know—a stranger wearing my best friend's face.

And deep down, I knew what was coming next. I could feel it, like a storm gathering in the distance.

"You know what?" she said, a cold smile forming on her lips. "I guess this is the end for us. We're not going to be best friends anymore. You clearly don't want me to be happy, and I don't need that kind of negativity in my life. So goodbye, Jane. Or should I say, ex-best friend."

She laughed—a sharp, cruel sound—and turned on her heel, leaving me standing there, dumbfounded.

I tried to swallow the bitter reality, but it burned like acid in my throat. I glanced around the hallway, noticing how everyone was staring, whispering. Probably gossiping about what had just happened.

I wanted to disappear.

My pride was the only thing stopping the tears from falling. I wouldn't cry—not here, not in front of everyone. But inside, I was breaking.

What just happened?

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