The Best Friend Goals

I'M DONE! DONE WITH EVERYONE!!!

People from every direction were looking at me. I must probably look like a garbage can filled with leftovers.

The moment I opened the door of my room, I burst out crying. I didn't care about how I gathered ten bruises on the way home. I stumbled and got scratched with branches sticking out of the bushes. But I didn't fucking care.

I sobbed and felt like a three-year old.

Cade... Luke... those people I thought I could trust.

Why was I stupid enough to think that my bullying days are over?

The velvet pillowcase I was sobbing unto turned dark blue. But these tears won't stop. I don't know what will make it stop.

What happened earlier was so embarrassing and so painful.

Then moments later, these thoughts of wanting to transfer schools came rushing by.

And this happened...

The shower opened and water starts to pour.

I stopped crying and got on full alert. "What the..."

I tiptoed my way to the bathroom. Holding a baseball bat, I sneaked like Tom Cruise.

The man...so it's a man! whistles a catchy tune.

On three, Claire. On three!

One...

Two...

Three...

BAM!

I ran fast to the shower and started hitting the man. I couldn't see his face because the shower curtain hides him. But I kept hitting him with stronger force than the other.

"Claire! Claire! Stop! It's me, Toby! CLAIRE!" He begged.

I suddenly stopped. "What the actual fuck, Toby!! Don't you have any idea how panicky I am! And for godsakes you have your OWN fucking bathroom in your OWN house!"

His wet face faced mine. His body turned red and the bruises were starting to form. "Alright alright! I'm sorry! I should've texted you I'm coming over! But I wanted to surprise you..." he wiped his face and eyed me, "and jesus I didn't expect you're coming home this early, and why the heck are you covered in lunch?"

He covered his lower body with a towel. I got out of the bathroom not really knowing what to do next. Today has been really bad.

He followed me and he started putting on clothes.

I slammed my body on the bed, bouncing and started crying again.

"So yeah, I didn't feel like going to school today. Mom and dad were fighting again...I can hear them saying they want to divorce each other. So I packed clothes that were good for about a month and tried moving on to Luke's..." he paused and I can hear him fixing unwrapping something, "but Luke texted me his mom doesn't like people sleeping over for a long time at his house, so I moved here instead- wait are you crying?"

I sat up and faced him. "No I'm not"

Toby seemed frightened at the view. Even the phone he was holding fell from his hands. "Why? WHY?"

I didn't really like his sharp tone. It's scary.

"Them. Luke, Cade, everyone. They also did this to me." I pointed at my food stained shirt.

He punched the wall. Hard.

I quickly ran over to him. "Don't hurt yourself please. I'm fine! Look I won't be going to that school anymore, okay? I'll transfer to the city...meet some new people there, good people. I'll start over!" I pulled his massive hands and tucked them beside his body.

He took a deep breath. "They hurt you. Betrayed you. You don't deserve it."

"Well maybe I do. Because if not, why do things like this happen to me? Right? I've decided, Toby. And no one is going to change my mind, not even you."

Was I too harsh?

No, this won't hurt him. This is my own life.

Toby was out of words. But then, "I'm sorry. This is all my fucking fault! All my fault! I'm really sorry!"

"What did you do?"

He turned his back and put his hands on his face. "You should've not meet Luke! Remember the day you first met Luke?"

How would I forget?

"Of course. Toby, where are you getting on this?" I crossed my arms.

He faced me. "He planned it and I didn't tell you."

"Nice try, Toby. I've heard this before but I aint buying this." I went to my mini-fridge and got some Hersheys.

"I'm serious, Claire. Don't be fucking stupid! He planned it! But I didn't stop him! I just watched!" He yelled.

I threw my Hersheys bar and slapped Toby. "Don't you fucking yell at me! Oh this is such a nice day isn't it?" I grabbed back my Hersheys.

I wasn't really understanding anything at the moment.

He seemed taken aback by my action. I've never slapped him before and trust me, I have no intention of slapping him forever but he made me do it. He went downstairs.

"Okay, run! Can't trust anyone anymore these days!" I slammed the door.

I've had enough of everyone!

After I finished eating, I started cleaning up my room. Pathetic as it is, I strip off me and Cade's pictures on the wall. Everything that resembles Cade will go straight to the trash. Cause that's what our friendship had been. Trash. It's nothing to her. Fame and arrogance made her the person we laughed at years ago.

Ten minutes turned to thirty and Luke hasn't come back yet.

Who cares?

After I finished cleaning up my room, I took a shower. It's still messy considering I almost killed Toby here hours ago.

I took off my clothes and closed the curtain shower. I applied liquid soap all over my body. Everything smells really nice it changes my mood.

After rinsing, I covered myself up in a towel and stopped dead tracks in front of the mirror.

Damn, I look so mature. And thinner?

I went back to my room and put on pyjamas and a shirt. Who cares about bra?

I went straight to bed and when I was about to cover myself with blanket, the door cracked open.

"Look who decided to come back" I said meanly and continued to do what I'm doing.

But I wasn't feeling any anger anymore. I just want people to know that I don't always forgive and forget.

He just stood there.

"Alright, come here" I made space for him in the bed.

He approached and laid down on the bed. I faced against him and started taking a nap.

But Toby hugged me from the back. "Claire...I'm really sorry"

"No it's fine Toby. What did you do while you were gone anyway?" I asked and held his hand- the one that's hugging me.

It took him a while to answer but, "Nah just chilled outside"

I could sense a hint of triumph in his voice.

What did you really do, Toby?