How Bad Can He Get

Chapter 1: Man you make me look like a unicorn that poops jellybeans.

Chapter 1: "Man you make me look like a unicorn that poops jellybeans."

I shouldn't be here. I should be at home curling over a good and sappy chick flick while eating a tub of ice cream. But instead I'm here. In jail! Not only in this cold cell am I dying but I'm also with the worse possible person you could ever be stuck with.

You guessed it, it's not the boogey man and it's certainly not Chucky Cheese (who, by the way, is scarier than the boogey man...) I'm here stuck with Ethan the boy I met at the phone case cart. The boy I also happened to shove one of them down his throat. Well maybe I should start from the beginning before you get even more confused...

*** A couple hours before (too lazy to count...) ***

It's over

Who knew that two words could be the worst thing in your life? The thing that makes it all crumble and show its ugly side. Only 1 word and a contraction. I kept reading the email over and over again. I just couldn't believe it.

I didn't even bother to read the rest of the email stating that we could still be friends. I didn't want to be friends I wanted to be Liam and Marissa forever with our 2 children and one on the way. I had planned it and all, how could he just break it off?

It had only been 2 weeks since he moved and we'd agreed that we would keep it long distance I mean he only moved 2 towns away. Well that's what I thought but he decides to break it off! Over an email, I just can't believe it!

That's what I've been yelling over the phone for the past 15 minutes while I wait for my friends to come over. I'm just waiting for my best friends in the whole world Tracie and Kelly to come. They've been by my side ever since the second grade and you can't help but love them.

I was on speaker phone but Tracie got annoyed of my whining so I was now back on the phone with Kelly.

"Oh come on he's not even worth a single tear."

I could now hear her voice from the inside of my house and on the phone. They both ran up to my room. After an hour of chick flicks and stuff like that we ran out of ice cream.

"Oops gotta get some more."

Tracie said scratching her belly button. Now I knew that she really didn't want to go. Whenever Tracie scratched her belly button that meant that she just got into her most comfortable state and believe me it took her a lot of time to get in these positions. Since her and I were the only ones who could drive because Kelly found it bad for the environment (but we all know she's just scared to drive...).

"No don't sweat it I'll go." Before they could protest I had put on my jacket, grabbed my keys and walked out the door.

I didn't bother changing. I felt better in my sweats than my usual jeans and a t-shirt style. And either way I had no one to impress so who cared if I was wearing a huge shirt that read: Cookie? With the cookie monster on it.

I loved him he reminded me of my childhood. My childhood where there was no drama or boys or break ups over emails.

I walked into the store and grabbed 3 buckets or ice cream like a super ninja that I always am (even when I'm depressed I've got skills).

I walked into the 5 items only aisle and was happy to see that there were only three people in front of me. Who knew that they were going to be the cause of me ending up behind bars? The first one was a foreigner and his accent was incredibly difficult. I couldn't understand a word he was saying.

"This, this I want this!" he said pointing at the cash register. It went on like that for another 10 to 20 minutes until I had enough.

"Okay you no comprendo English? Well that's okay." I took his stuff and scanned them.