Tips For Life

Number Four

 It had only been a few minutes when Wyatt came to the car. I sighed. He noticed everything. 

 "Why are you in here?" He gave me an accusing look. 

 I couldn't help it. I started to cry. 

 His expression changed instantly and I found his arms around me. "Hey, you okay?"

 "No." I sobbed. "No, I'm not."

 "What happened?" There was worry in his voice, real worry. He pulled away and held me out at arms length.

 "Your friends are jerks. I hate school events."

 "What did they do?" 

 So I told him all about what they had said, in between sobs. He looked at me, his brow furrowed. I even told him that all the girls liked him and Katrina wanted him to ask her to prom. That part was the hardest for me to get out. 

 He laughed. "Seriously?"

 I cried harder. "It's not funny."

 "No, it is." 

 I pulled away. "No, it's not! Do you not see me crying?"

 "No." He face became serious. "No, it's funny that Katrina likes me."

 "Why?" I sniffed, wiping the tears from my cheeks. 

 "Because I really hate her." He laughed again. "I already have someone who I want to ask to prom." 

 I perked up. He had someone picked out? "Really, who?"

 He smiled at me. Gosh, I loved that smile. "That's classified."

 I sighed. "I'm not going back out there."

 "I don't blame you." He said. "But I'm not going out there without you."

 "So you're coming home with me?" 

 "Sure." He smiled. "We can watch a movie."

  I smiled and let him jump into the driver's seat. As we drove away from the school, I wrote one more thing in my journal.

 Number Four: When you have a broken heart, friends make the best glue.