The sales team// J.H

10

"Why would you say that?" I questioned, folding my arms as I leaned against the Wall of the bathroom. At the moment, when Pam basically announced my love for Jim, I wasn't thinking straight and I couldn't control the smile on my face.

But through the whole, awkward car ride, I realized how selfish I was being. I had a boyfriend, a toddler-like-teen sitting at my house with my best school friend. But most importantly a boyfriend. What type of girlfriend am I!?

I'm not the cheating type. I never have been, and I'm not as hell starting right now.

The smug smile on her face was instantly replaced by a frown. "Well, someone had to do it." She replied.

"Pam, I have a boyfriend! I will never cheat on Ryan! He deserves better than that!" I whisper yelled. She shook her head.

"You deserve better than that!" She yelled back. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" I asked, standing straight now.

"Lana. Have you never noticed him staring at other girls....You know. Breast, butts." I scoffed.

"It's a free country. The man can look at whatever he wants to." I spoke, not believing how much she disliked. She opened her mouth to talk but I beat her to it.

"You know what? Since day one, you always hated him. What has Ryan ever done to you?" I asked, her eyes saddened as she glanced at the ground.

"Lana, I'm sorry I have to be the one to tell you this but last week, Jim and I caught Kelly and Ryan making out in the bathroom. And that wasn't the first time." She sighed, crossing her arms as she scanned my face for any emotion.

I froze. No. He would never. Ryan would never. He was too nice. He cared about me. He told me he loved me. Shit. I should've told him I loved him back. That's why he did it. But I don't love him, I would've been lying and I would've just hurt him.

So many thoughts were going through my head. I could feel the tears at the brim of my eyes threatening to spill at any given moment. I couldn't take the weight anymore.

I let of a small, weak sob as my back hit the cold, bumpy bathroom wall. I slowly slid down as Pam immediately rushed to my side as I curled into a ball, hiding my face in between my knees as my hands found the collar of my shirt, gripping it for my dear life. I was wheezing. I could barely breath, and the brief breaths I was getting wasn't enough.

The room started to spin as I felt my self grow more nauseous every passing second. My skin felt as if I was under the hot, burning sun and I started to sweat. Once Pam realized what was happening, she ran out of the room.

I don't know if I've explained this but, I have asthma. Yeah. I had inherited it from my mom. It's horrible. I used to have asthma attacks once a week but slowly, and surely it's eased up. I haven't had an asthma attack since I was 14. But I still carried my inhaler whereever I went.

My world was crumbling at my finger tips. My parents were divorcing, I had to take care of a toddler-like-teen, my sister was gone, I loved someone who I shouldn't. I couldn't. It was all too much of a burden.

By the time Pam came back with my inhaler, the camera and Jim following her, I had calmed down. Although the tears had not.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't get them to stay out there." I nodded as I weakly smiled at both Pam and Jim as Pam passed me my inhaler. I was still breathing at and abnormal rate but it had slowed down and when I took a couple puffs from my inhaler, it took a while but, I turned out fine. The slightly dry tears marking my skin.

As soon as Jim realized he could touch me without me having a full freak out, he hugged me. Pam soon joining as the camera crew pointed the camera at out faces.