Chapter four

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I walk home frustrated with myself for letting him kiss me like that. If he wants me so bad then he shouldn't have cheated while we were dating. He screwed me over. Just stringing me along. God I hate him. To this day he still hasn't told me who he cheated on me with.

"Jane?" My mom says as I walk through the front door. "Is everything alright?" She can tell that I've been crying.

"Yeah. I just tripped on my way back here and landed on my knee." I lie.

"Honey we both know that's not what happened. Just tell me sweetie."

"Not right now. I just want to be alone" I run upstairs and lock myself in my room. Could this night get any worse? No I don't think so.

I get on Instagram and I see a post that says "#tb" and the picture a bunch of kids partying and in the back I can see peter...with another girl. That must the girl he cheated on me with.

I look closely and I see it's BLOSSOM? No that's not possible she wouldn't do this to me. I have to sort this out right now. So I call her.

"Hello" she answers

"So you were the one?"

"The one what?"

"You were the one that peter was hooking up with." I say about ready to cry.

"I-I didn't mean to, it just happened."she says feeling guilty.

"Bye" I say.

"Wai-" I hung up before I heard the rest. I feel betrayed. My own best friend. Or was she even really my friend? she didn't even have the guts to admit that she was the person who ruined my relationship. That says a lot. I go back downstairs to talk to my mom.

"Mom? Do you think I could spend a week with my dad? Starting tomorrow?" I ask politely.

"Well. It has been a couple months since you've seen him. How about we make it two weeks. But I will have to enroll you in the school there for the time being. I'm not letting you off the hook with school young lady."

"Ok. I love you mom" wow. I didn't expect to find myself saying that anytime soon.

" I'll talk to your father and you will leave first thing in the morning. I have off work tomorrow so I'll drive you there."

"Ok. I'll start packing" I go back to my bedroom and pull out everything I need. This is exactly the break I need.

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