Zach and I had been best friends since before I could remember. But he changed…I changed. We went from playing with our Barbies and G.I Jo's, to making out with each other in my bedroom at my parents' house, or in his car behind my job…things definitely changed. We loved each other.

It was Fourth of July weekend, and my family had met at Zach's house to have a cookout. I wasn't in the best mood, so for the first time in a long time, I ignored Zach the entire night. (This guy, Chris, had pissed me off earlier that day, at work.) I was in a terrible mood. But as the night wore on, Zach hadn't said a word to me. He hadn't even come near me. I decided that it had lasted too long. I went looking for him. His younger brother had said that he had gone upstairs to his room earlier. I ran up the stairs, readying myself to apologize for not talking to him. But when I opened the door and stepped in, I froze. Zach sat up in his bed and his mouth flew open to say something, but all I saw and heard were the giggles of a blond poking out from underneath the sheet. The blond sat up as well, and it wasn't until I saw her face that I was really upset. Forget what Chris had done earlier…this was worse. This was murder worthy…her murder. "Sarah?! What the hell?" I backed out of the room and shut the door. I ran into someone on my way out.

Turning around I saw that it was my mother. "Oh sorry mom." "Hey honey, we were getting ready to leave in a few minutes…are you ready?" She asked me. I silently nodded my head, trying my hardest not to tell her about what had just happened. "I was actually kind of hoping that I could walk home…is that ok?" (I only lived a few blocks away.) My mother kissed me on my forehead and smiled. "Yeah, saying goodbye to Zach, then?" She winked. "Yeah," I rolled my eyes, trying to keep back the tears. "Saying goodbye. I'll be home in a few."

I waited for my mother to walk down the stairs, before I ran into the bathroom. How could he do this to me? How could she do this to me? He was my best friend, and my boyfriend….and she was, well she was nothing to me now. I composed myself and walked out of the bathroom, just as Sarah had decided to walk out of Zach's room. She froze. "Listen Ella, I thought you were out of…and Zach told me that you and he were…" The last thing I remember doing before I left was throwing my fist directly into her face, sending her flying into the wall. "Shut up Sarah. Oh and tell Zach that we are through…not that he'll care…he obviously already has his mind set on you."

I walked home quickly. I just wanted to get to my own bed. No wait…I couldn't sleep in my room…he had contaminated it with his smell…his things…I would have to settle for crashing on the couch. Before I could reach the end of his street, my cell phone started to ring. I didn't need to look at caller ID. I knew who it was from the ring tone. We had sat for hours flipping through my ring tones before he found one that he liked. (I of course hated it.) I shut my phone off.

I had a weird dream that night. It was morning and my family was all up. I was still asleep on the couch. But I woke up when I heard Zach's voice…oh wait…crap! It wasn't a dream…what the hell was he doing at my house? I tore the blankets off of myself and stormed towards him. My mother moved out of the way. I'm glad she did too, because my hand went straight towards his face…with a loud smack. He covered the red spot with his hand. "I guess I deserved that…I just came over…" I grabbed his arm and pulled him up the stairs and into my room. I locked it. He backed up slowly and sat down on my bed. I stood in front of him, my hair and clothes still disheveled from my rough night of sleeping. I couldn't help it, I broke down. The tears rolled down my pale cheeks, endlessly. "Why?" I asked him. But I never gave him the chance to speak before I slapped him again. "He grabbed my arm and placed it by my side. "You can quit slapping me Ells. I think I get your point." He sat forward and placed his face into his hands. I stood silently, still crying. We both stayed silent for a few moments…for what seemed like forever. "Zach…why, I mean how could you do this to me?" He sat up, surprised that I actually was speaking to him. I held my hand up. "And don't give me the excuse that you were high…it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out." He laughed a regretful laugh. "You know me too well. I can't give any other excuse except for the fact that I was drunk too, and Sarah practically threw herself at me…" "Well next time try not to catch her, idiot." I said to him, sarcastically. "It hurts, Zach." Sitting down on the bed, next to him, I placed my hand over his. He straightened up and looked towards me. I squeezed his hand. "I forgive you." He jumped up and smiled. "Is everything going to be ok now?" I stood up as well, and walked towards my door to open it. "I don't think so. We're over, and I don't want to talk to you any more." I opened the door to let him out, making sure to not make eye contact. He leaned in and kissed me on my forehead. He lingered there for a few seconds. "If you change your mind, you know where I am. I'm sorry." "Sometimes sorry isn't enough Zach." I motioned for him to leave.