"Who does he think he is?" I screamed as I ran into my room, tears streaming down my face,"Who?"

"What are you talking about, Suze?" yelled Dopey, the nosy little bugger. I stopped. I was standing on the stairs, scowling at Brad.

Can't everyone just leave me alone, especaily when I have gone through this HORRIBLE tradigity. NO! Everyone has to mind MY business.

"Ya, Susie, what are you talking about?" asked my mom, coming into the living room.

"Oi! Please don't tell me that your little Jesse poo, dumped you?" sugar coated Dopey, laughing like it was some big joke if I had some trouble in my relationships. So what, if I do? At least I have some. Dopey has failed to get a girlfriend since the winter danse.

Immediately, I started crying harder.

"I... He...," I started but couldn't continue because I didn't know how to explain it.

Nope, Jesse didn't dump me. What I saw, was even more horrible. It gave me a hollow feeling inside my stomach, and I suddenly got a gruesome headache.

"Susie, come here," said my mom, opening her arms and coming towards me. I started walking to towards her, when she pulled me into a hug.

"It's going to be okay, Susie," whispered my mom into my hair, patting me on my back.

"No, No it's not going to be ok," I said, pulling away from her. "What Jesse-," I swallowed hard,"Did to me, it's un-un-un forgiveable," I stammered.

"Let's go into the kitchen and talk about what happened, Susie," replied my mom, gesturing towards the kitchen.

"Right now, all I want to do is do my homework," I answered, and walking up the stairs.

"Ya, RIGHT, Suze," I heard Dopey retort. "You are SO not going to do your homework."

I completely ignored Dopey, and walked to my room- with my backpack in hand- and closed the door behind me

I slid down across the door, and ran my hands through my hair.

What am I going to do? Mom thinks I'm doing my HOMEWORK, but guess what? I lied. I hate homework. I hate school. I HATE my LIFE.

Then, suddenly the phone rang.

I slowly walked towards my phone and picked it up.

"Hey," I answered.

"Susannah, mi querida, how are you?" I heard Jesse answer back.

"We cannot come to the phone right now, please leave a message at the sound of the beap," I quickly retorted, and hung up.

I stared at the phone for what seemed like an eternity, thinking about how someone could sound so nice and sweet, but be so vicious inside.