Tears rolled down my cheeks as I sat in my car in the middle of the high school parking lot. I'm not one to skip class, but I needed to be alone. Not alone as in the sitting in a bathroom stall. Alone as in, nobody can see me. My boyfriend of two months just cheated on me. For the third time. My best friend, Zach, keeps telling me to break up with him and forget about him, but I can't. I mean, he'll change. Or at least that's what i've been telling myself. But I thunk Zach might actually be right. As if on cue, my phone buzzed. I pulled my phone out, seeing a notification telling me that I had a text from Zach. I opened my phone.
Zach Hey, where are you? You're not in class and I know you're in school today.
Me I'm in my car. I caught him cheating again and I just needed to get away from everyone.
Zach Do you want me to come out?
Me You don't have to, I don't want you to get in trouble.
Zach No, I don't care. I'll be out in a min
Me Thanks ❤️
I tired my best to compose myself while I waited for Zach, but I failed. I just leaned back in my seat and let the tears fall. About two minutes later, Zach walked up to my car and knocked on the window. I unlocked the door and he sat down, closing the door behind him. He instantly leaned over the center console, letting me hug him and cry on his shoulder, my tears soaking his hoodie. "Listen, I know you don't want to hear it, but just break up with him. He's such a piece of shit and he keeps hurting you over and over again. He's a piece of shit and it's time to just let him go," he informed, rubbing my back. "I think you're right," I whispered, causing more tears to fall. "Wait, really? You never say that, you always say he's gonna change," he pulled back, looking shocked. "Yea, I mean, I keep denying everything you say and going back to him, but I think it's about time I just lose the boyfriend and listen to my best friend," I shrugged, playing with my hands. "Best friend, right," he mumbles. I don't think I was supposed to hear that, but I did. "Huh?" I asked, looking up at him. "You don't get it! You never see the truth! I can take away your hurt and treat you right! When are you going to realize that i'm the one for you?!?" He asked, staring straight into my eyes. He stared at me and it hit me. He was right, once again. He was always right. He was right when he told me not to climb up the slide when we were five. But I didn't listen. I climbed up the slide and fell flat on my face and lost my tooth. And he was there to wipe my tears and comfort me. He was right when we were eleven when he told me that I didn't need to wear makeup to fit in. But I didn't listen. I wore makeup to school, but since I was eleven, it didn't look good. So, everyone made fun of me. And he was there to wipe away my tears and clean the makeup off my face with a wet paper towel in the middle school bathroom. He was right when we were fourteen when he told me not to wear white jeans while I was on my period. But, of course, I didn't listen. I wore white jeans and bled through, causing everyone to make fun of me. And he was there, once again, to wipe away my tears and tie his jacket around my waist so nobody else would see. He was right when we were sixteen when he told me to stop playing video games and study for my drivers test. But I didn't listen. I continued playing video games and I failed my drives test. And he was right there, wiping my tears away and helping me study for my test. And he was right again. Right now. Today. He's always right because he has always looked out for me and done what's best for me. "You're right," I whispered, before grabbing his face and kissing him. In that moment, I knew that I loved him. When I pulled back, he smiled, our foreheads pressed together. "Thank you for always looking out for me, Zach. I love you," I whispered. "It's my job. I love you too," he replied, kissing my nose. He told me that we should go back to class instead of ditching class to go make-out. And for the first time ever, I actually listened.
