I awake from my nap to the sound of my doorbell ringing. Groggily I go down the stairs to the front door.

        "Please stop ringing the doorbell its making my headache worse." I yell as I open the front door. When Drake sees my red noses, eyes, and tear streaked face he stops smiling. I cross my arms over my chest self-consciously.

        "What happened?"

        "Where are Jordan and Jes

        "They went to go pick up supplies for the pary I'm going to throw tomorrow. What happened to you Alina?" He asks worriedly. I gesture for him to come in and we go up to my room. I lay down on my bed. He gives me a questioning which for some reason makes me smile. This is the first time he's ever been in my room. There isn't much. Just a bed that has black sheets with big Hawaiian flowers on it, two matching pillows to go with it, a white bean bag chair in the corner, a black dresser on the left side of my bed, and on my right side I have a small black bedside table. My closet is small, just like my room, but it's cozy for me.

        "Lay down with me, I don't bite." He lies next to me on his back. We are arm to arm, shoulder to shoulder. "My best friend Nicky called telling me our old group of friends is falling apart. Our friend Leila is okay but Zack and Mark have become drunken party animals. Then she told me that Mark was cheating on me. She sent me a picture she took of some girl making out with him. Even if she didn't have the picture I would have believed her. When I hung up with her I immediately called Mark. He admitted to doing it a few times and told me it was just a drink mistake that he wouldn't let happen again. That all was a total lie, some girl was there calling him baby. She also asked and I quote, can we have a little bit of fun before I have to go? She asked who he was on the phone with and he said no one. When I asked who she was I was just met with silence. I don't know which is worse, to be called no one or to not even know what to be called? I was so in love with him that I gave him everything. You probably think I'm a stupid tramp for sleeping with him." I cry taking shaky breaths trying to steady my voice.

        "I don't think you're a stupid tramp. What I think is you were manipulated, lied to, and tricked. For you it was real. Who knows what it was for him. I'm sure at one point he shared the same love for you as you did for him. What did you do when he didn't answer who she was?"

        "I broke up with him and said don't bother trying to call me again I'm tired of your bullshit then said have fun with the slut you're with." I squeak out the last part still feeling guilty for saying it. I shouldn't feel guilty they deserved it, well Mark deserved it.

        "You, the girl who couldn't hurt a fly, said that?" He laughs.

        "He broke my heart I wasn't really thinking straight at the time. When I said that I was really mad but I feel so bad for the girl. Only a little bit though." Thru the tears I somehow manage a smile.

        "You shouldn't feel guilty. What's done is done and I'm really sorry about what happened." He gets up on his elbow to look down at me and wipes away my tears with his thumb.

        "Thanks."

        "For what?"

        "Listening to me babble and whine about my problems."

        "That's what I'm here for," He smiles," you want out pig out on some ice cream and watch some movies in your living room?"

        "Definitely, that's exactly the perk me up I need." We race downstairs to the bottom of the stairs. "I'll get the ice cream you pick a movie."

        "Any specific type?" he yells from the living room.

        "Something with a lot of explosions and action." I yell back grabbing the spoons heading back to the living room.

        "Not in the mood for any romance?"

        "Not in the slightest bit." I laugh taking a spoonful of vanilla bean ice cream. "The blue ray player is right under the TV." He puts the disk in then takes a seat next to me on the couch.

        "Don't you feel better already?" He smiles putting another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.

        "Much better, ice cream, action movies, and my best friend are like my happy drug." I smile nudging him playfully. For some reason his smile seems a bit nervous. It could be because I called him my best friend. "What are you throwing the party for?"

        "Every year my parents go on this three day spa vacation their job pays for while I'm on winter break. They let me throw a Christmas party when they're gone."

        "That's cool of your parents to let you throw a party. Have they already left?"

        "They left this morning and are coming back late Sunday night. Just so you know you're automatically invited." I hand the container over to Drake almost choking on the ice cream in my mouth.

        "Me? Party" I don't think that's such a good idea."

        "Why not? Everyone's dying to see you outside of school. You've been brought up in al the gossip. Apparently there are a few guys that have a crush on you. People are also saying you're quite the party animal.

        "One, I am a horrible dancer. Two, why would people think I'm a party animal? Three, why is everyone talking about me? Four, this school is crazy." I say a bit freaked out. Drake holds his stomach from laughing so hard.

        "You're a new student and since you're so quiet at school people say you're a party animal at night. I'm sure it's just in your head that you're a horrible dancer. Please come it'll make you feel even better to get out the house and have some fun. Plus if you help to Jordan, Jes, and I decorate all day and party with us all night it'll help you be occupied the whole day so you have no time to think about douche-bag Mark." He says cleverly a slightly cocky look on his face.

        "That's a good point. I'm in but tomorrow before the party you have to be a girl for fifteen minutes. I haven't been to a party in forever and need help picking out and outfit and maybe possibly your help with what to do with my hair." I smile pointing at my messy topknot.

        "Deal, that'll be no problem."

        "Will you get the door for me someone's knocking?"

        "Sure, here you go." He passes me the ice cream to me then goes to get the door. "Hey guys." He heads back into the living room taking his original seat next to me.

        "Who got dumped?" Jordan asks sarcastically.

        "Actually I didn't get dumped I dumped my lying cheating now ex-boyfriend. Do I still look like I've been crying?" I ask Drake pointing at my face.

        "Just a little bit and the ice cream movie combo is a bit of a giveaway."

        "If you're single do you think now you'll give me a chance?" Jordan asks taking a seat next to Jes on my other couch. I give him a quick once over.

        "Doubt it, Jes wasn't lying when she told me you flirt with every girl in the school." They all laugh.

        "I'm sorry about your break up Alina." Jes says sweetly. Now that I think about my relationship with Mark I realize it was falling apart. At the time I was just too blinded by love to see it. All the arguing, talking less and less, and he was starting to change into someone I didn't like. He used to be so sweet and nice. Do romantic things randomly and then he started to become mean and rude. I'll always love him because he's the guy I gave my virginity to even if he didn't feel the same way about me. My parents were right, long distant relationship don't work out.

        "I'm not sorry about it. Our breakup was long overdue." I smile sadly because I didn't just say those words to make my friends think I'm okay. I said them because they were true.