Broken

Chapter One

"I have a girlfriend."

That was exactly what he said to me. My thoughts went wild from there. It was the last thing I ever wanted to hear coming from Justin Lathrop. We had been best friends as long as I can remember. I trusted him more than anyone in the world, but now I felt sick just looking at him. One might have said I have a small crush on Justin, but I knew that was not it. It had always been more than that for me. I had feelings for him. They had grown over time and I could not deny it.

"S-Since when?" I stuttered.

"All summer," he said carefully.

Now, I was unsure of what to say or do. Why had he lied to me all summer? Did he not trust me anymore? That hurt more than anything. Did he realize what he just did to me? Justin Lathrop was going to be the death of. He had already left me broken.

"Wow," I said softly. I stepped away from my open doorway and let him walk inside the house. He shut the door behind himself. "Why did you wait until now to tell me?"

Justin shrugged, "You're actually the first person I've told."

I scoffed, "Really Justin? Why would you hide the fact that you have a girlfriend?"

"I don't know, okay?" said Justin. "Can you please not be mad about this? I hate it when you're mad at me."

"Well you should have thought about that before you lied to me all summer, Justin," I snapped. I crossed my arms and sat down on my couch. Seconds had not even set before Justin was sitting next to me.

"You can't stay mad at me," said Justin.

"Well this time, I am," I said. I refused to look at him. I knew that if I looked at him, I would give him to him like I always did. I hated how he made me feel, but at the same time I lived for it.

"It isn't a big deal," said Justin with a shrug. I looked over at him with narrowed eyes.

"Being in a relationship is a big deal, Justin," I said shaking my head. I let out a long sigh. "Don't you have better things to do?" I need him out of my house before I forgive him.

"I thought we were going to hang out today," said Justin.

"Well, I'm busy," I said with a shrug.

"You weren't until just now," said Justin. "You can't be that mad at me." I gave him a look. "Okay, maybe you are."

"Look, I have things to do today," I said.

"Fine," said Justin. He stood up and walked towards the door. "I'm going to leave now." I rolled my eyes and did not make any moves to turn around to look at him. "I'm leaving, like now."

"No one's stopping you, Justin," I said. I heard him groan and close the door.

I stood up and turned around to make sure he left. He was not in the house any longer. I walked over to the window and watched him walk over to his black car. He got in and drove away. I walked away from the window and groaned. I really wished he had not of lied to me. I really could have used a day with him. I knew he would make happy, but I was done with giving into him every time he gave me a look. If he had a girlfriend, I was going to have to get over him.

Being friends with Justin for all these years was not an easy task, but it had been worth it. I felt like I got to see a side of him no one else got. I got the fun, easy going Justin. Everyone else got the cocky, tense Justin. That made me feel more special than it should have and maybe gave me the impression that there was a chance we shared the same feelings.

I had to get it through my head that Justin and I were always going to be just friends. It killed me on the inside though. All throughout high school, I have hoped we would be more. That never happened and now we were starting senior year tomorrow. I was hopeful that this year was going to be better for me. It had to be better than the summer was turning out.