Dear Diary

Chapter 97

I stood in the cubicle of the girls' bathroom completely and utterly shocked. My hands were holding onto the door handle so tightly that it started digging into my palms. But only one thought crossed my mind.

Amy liked Cole.

It's ironic how I once thought that Cole and Amy would get together - back when Cole asked Amy to the dance. I was so adamant that Cole liked Amy, but I never once thought that Amy would fall for Cole so quickly. He didn't even look like the type she normally went for. 

But none of these thoughts bothered my mind once Cole expressed his feelings to me. I thought that it was all in the past. It never occurred to me that Amy had the ability to hide her feelings like that.

"Are you sure Lizzy did that on purpose?" the unknown voice went on to say. "She's never struck me as a home-wrecker."

"That what I'm saying!" Amy said exasperated. "She's gone downhill. She only cares about herself and not about what happens to others. So long as she gets what she wants, she's happy."

"Did Cole ever tell you that he liked you?" the voice asked and I listened carefully for Amy's response.

"Well, no, but he asked me to the dance. That's basically the same thing," Amy said and I imagined her crossing her arms.

I let out a soft sigh and shook my head. 

Cole never asked her to the dance because he liked her. He asked her because he was trying to get me out of his head. Even I noticed how coldly he treated her at the dance. He didn't like her, he never did. She was just there, the girl he spoke to the most because of the play they did together, so she was the best option. A rebound in a way. 

Didn't put Cole in a very good light, but I know he only did that to protect himself.  It wasn't because he liked messing with girls' hearts. He's not a player.

"And not to mention the fact that she did all of this in secret. I bet her parents don't even know what their little 'angel's' been doing. Shows you just how ugly she's become as a person."

I stood completely silent as Amy continued slandering my name. Some would probably think that I'm spineless, not standing up for myself. But, honestly, I couldn't move. I was too shocked to think about standing up for myself. 

A girl that I have known for eighteen years just evaporated before me. I didn't even know this Amy that was talking. When did she become so ... two-faced?

It wasn't long after that when Amy and the mystery girl left and I slowly looked at my watch. Half of my break was spent in the girls' bathroom. 

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my bag and unlocked the door. I pondered for a moment over whether I should go to my group or not; considering Amy might be there, but she might be sitting with that girl instead. I hope she's sitting with the girl. I didn't want to see her. She doesn't know what I've all gone through this past week, and I have no need to hide from her.

With that thought in mind, I straightened my shoulders and made my way to the quad where I knew my group would be sitting. As I reached my circle of friends, I noticed Amy sitting there chatting away happily to Betty. My hands clenched by my sides, but I forced myself to relax as I lowered myself down into a cross-legged position next to Anne.

"Hey, where've you been?" Anne asked, worry flickering in her blue orbs.

I thought for a moment on what to say. I should tell the truth. I'm not a two-faced girl like Amy who doesn't tell the person who 'wronged' her that she's upset with them and instead goes and sobs about it to everyone else.