Diary of A Broken Hearted

Chapter 1

January 15, 2014

Dear Diary,

Today is the best day ever! Ok, maybe I've been saying that for like every other day now but I can't find any other way to describe how I feel. It's just that every moment that I spent with him feels like the best times of my life, literally.

He, my one and only bestfriend and possibly my future boyfriend, surprised me by an unexpected visit here at my house. I was so surprised to find him standing on my porch carrying two bags filled with unhealthy snacks that I just adore. Of course, he knows that I'm a sucker for those treats. He knows me too well. We talked a lot, made fun with each other and laughed at about anything. Another thing, he finally admitted that he liked somebody! Finally! But he didn't tell me who the lucky girl was. I tried but he didn't budge. Can it be me? Oh, please let it be me.

Fingers crossed.

XOXO,

Trina J

Pathetic. I am so pathetic. Reading this makes me feel like shit. I can't believe that I've been so blind. I turned every page on my diary and all I could see are all these words filled with so much love and admiration for someone who doesn't even deserve it.

Frustrated, I closed my diary and threw it across the room. Somewhere that's completely out of my sight. I looked up at the ceiling, desperately trying to stop my tears from falling. I can't cry again. I refuse to cry again for him.

I can't believe I ever fell for those piercing blue eyes of his. I can't believe I fell for him. I can't believe I fell in love with a cold hearted idiot.

Every page of that damn notebook has his name written on it: in bold letters or even in different colors. I even put glitters and high lightened it.

I was such a girl.

A girl who had the misconception of the boy who she thought she knew. Her very own bestfriend - Cole Andrews.

After months of constant bickering and convincing, I finally got the answer to the million dollar question that has been running in my mind since the day that he admitted that he liked someone. Who was the lucky girl? I had hoped it was me. I actually prayed that it was me. I had no idea after all. I never saw him with any other girl until the day of his 18th birthday.

Of course, being the only child and successor of his fathers' empire, Cole had a grand celebration filled with dances and glasses of expensive champagne. Their family owns a lot of businesses from motels, restaurants, to hardware stores. Uncle Gavin likes to invest his money and he seriously invested a lot.

So there I was in the middle of the room talking to some teenage girl whom I never knew before. She had brown hair that fell on her shoulders, striking green eyes and slightly crooked nose. She talked about her outfit which was a little bit revealing if you ask me and all I did was smile and nod trying to look interested.

I don't speak Prada and I never will.

I didn't even have a clue to where my dress came from. All I knew was that my mother choose this and it was made by a famous designer from Paris. But I have to say, my mother knew what she was doing. I was wearing a pretty baby pink cocktail dress with beads all over the upper area which emphasizes my bust and a matching pink open toe heels. I'd be damned if someone told me that I didn't clean up well.