Playing with fire

Playing with fire. Part one.

 I feel as if I am going out of my mind, my head aches from spinning and my throat feels like I swallowed a thousand razor blades. All I want to do is sleep and wake up from this horrible nightmare but that's just wishful thinking. I must have cried myself dry because no more tears were falling but the horrible sickening feeling of hurt and betrayal was still in the pit of my stomach. The image of them together, dancing at our prom, he was kissing her and his arms holding her tightly to his chest were still fresh in my mind. It was replaying over and over and it was torture seeing it.

Of course everyone was talking about it and my own mother could not understand why I was confining myself to my room. Not that I would expect her to understand when she was far too busy with work since getting her precious promotion. But seriously... My best friend and my boyfriend, like how did that even happen?

What about me? Didn't I matter? What about the line that friends aren't supposed to cross and girl code? The fact that our friendship went back to us being babies; our parents were best friends through college for heaven's sake! And then there is the three years of my life I have wasted on this boy. The blonde haired, blue eyed boy that made me melt with just one look. And that gorgeous smile of his that literally turned my insides to mush and knees weak.

Seven whole days and nights of hiding myself away from everyone and everything, I still couldn't face seeing anybody but that obviously made no difference to that so called best friend because here she was at my door yet again. I could curse my mother for letting her in.

"Livi? Please talk to me. I am so sorry, it wasn't meant to happen. It meant nothing I swear." I could hear the sincerity in her voice but then catching a glimpse of his photo in the corner of my desk and those beautiful sea blue eyes of his made me want to scream, yell and cry all over again.

"How the hell could you do this to me?" I bawled suddenly jumping up and wrenching the door open without thinking my hand reached up and met her cheek with a hard slap. She stepped back in shock and I felt a small sense of satisfaction overwhelm me as tears started brimming down her face.

"What the heck Olivia." She shrieked.

"Get out of my house you boyfriend stealing bitch." I slammed the door before she could say another word.

"Olivia what is going on with you and Brianna? I have just seen her run out in tears." Mum barged into my room with her hands on her hips and eyebrows raised. I shrugged my shoulders and tried not to look smug at the thought of her feeling a tad upset after what she had done. That bitch deserved it, she's lucky it was just a slap across the face.

"Tomorrow you are going to your Dad's for the summer. I can't have you moping around the house like this. Miranda is coming to collect you first thing in the morning. Pack your stuff and I want you to apologies to Brianna." Mum informed me giving me that look. I didn't bother to argue with her.I let out a loud groan and fell back onto my bed. Could things seriously get any worse? Apologizing to Brianna was definitely not going to happen!