13x17x19 made me. Its okay, I still love you.

I hugged Paul tightly. "You still have my number, and Sacramento isn't that far. Drive over every weekend. Please. I'm gonna miss my nerd," I let go, leaving a teary Amy to hug her boyfriend.

"Never ever forget me. Oh, and don't let any girls talk to you. Tell them you're gay. Aw, Paulie! I'm gonna miss you so much!" He pulled him into a long kiss.

"I'll miss you guys too," Paul grinned, opening his mother's car door and stepping inside.

I waved as I watched my best friend leave me.

I ran over the roofs of the neighboring houses, the vision made me almost sick. It's been a week since Paul left and Amy has been sobbing every second of every day since her love, Paul, has left for the two hour drive. Alek was following closely behind, and Jasmine in front. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, each jump a little bigger.

Jasmine stopped, making me freeze to a halt, and Alek running just until he reached Jasmine and I. My phone, as if on queue, rang.

"What, Amy, I'm training. Not really the time."

"I need my Paulie! Can I come over?" She was sobbing a district away.

Ever since Paul had left, Amy had become increasingly clingy, to the point where I almost looked forward to training, seeing as it was the only time Amy didn't call.

"Uh, kinda busy."

I heard a scoff, and prepared for the worst. "Chloe, lets be serious. Our friendship is not gonna work out if you keep dealing with this Mai shit! Lets face it, you're probably just doing Alek right now! It's your choice: your best friend, or the Mai."

"Amy…Lets be rational. The Mai are my race- its like picking my best friend over a human-"

Amy cut me, her best friend short, "Save it for Paul. Call me back when you decide you're lonely without me."

That bitch! Right now, I'm making a pact to myself. I will never need Amy again in my life. Like, how could she do that! She's my best friend, but I need this to survive. Ugh! Whatever. I still have Jasmine, Paul, and Brian. I don't need Amy.

We wrapped up training and I made my way back into my own building. Despite my clothes, I crawled into bed, pulled the covers over my head, and fell asleep..

. . .

Going back to school the next day was easier. I stripped my training clothes and pulled on, over my underclothes, a purple cami, and black skinny jeans. I pulled over a cardigan and then my low top converse, and marched into my bathroom. Curling my eyelashes and coating them in mascara, then a little bit of lipstick and I was good to go. I marched downstairs.

I was halfway out the door when my mother stopped me, "And where are you going without breakfast?"

"Oh, I'll stop somewhere on the way." I said, reaching for the knob.

"Well, I'm just feeling like we're not spending that much time together."

"We can hang out later. I'll be late. I love you?" I tried, opening the door.

"Implied." She smiled, and I grinned back, walking out the door.

Taking a bus was something I loved about San Francisco. Something about taking the 18th in the mornings and the hobos always yelling at you from three seats down made me just so giddy to take on the day. I stopped two blocks from school and grabbed a sandwich from the deli.

I walked in. I'm Chloe King, and I don't need Amy in my way.

Instinctively, I walked over to Amy's locker, almost stopping myself. I then saw Jasmine, Jasmine- of all people, talking, laughing, with Amy. What the hell? Jasmine was seriously going to be my replacement? Good luck with that friendship, honey, because Jasmine works just as hard as I do, and if anything, works more.

I rolled my eyes and caught Jasmine's stare. I did an almost-too-sarcastic wave and Amy looked over, giving me a mean girl death-glare.

Its okay, I can do this myself. Its only one day- and it's not like I can't find anyone better than Amy. I totally can.

. . .

Not that the day went by easy-breezy, but it was pretty smooth. Besides a little comment about how my cami showed a little too much bra ("Pull up your shirt, honey, I can practically see your stomach!") by, you guessed it, Amy, and a little spill all over Amy's new 50% off jeans from Target, everything was practically normal.

First thing I did after getting home was calling Brian. If I needed a new best friend, he would be there. He wasn't heartbroken, was he? I mean, I did give him the almost-truth about us not, ever, happening.

He picked up by the fourth ring. His voice almost too husky for 4 PM, almost too attractive. "Chloe?"

I chuckled, "Hey Brian. Look, um, I was wondering if you wanted to…meet up for coffee, sometime?"

"Chloe, you know I mean this in the nicest of ways but, I don't think I can see you, without wanting to, you know, see you. I think it would be better if we just kept our-"

"You're not seriously saying that, right? I'm losing both my best friends here and you don't want to even look at me? Brian, I need you right now. Please?" I was practically begging the boy at this point, which I hated doing, but I continued anyways, "Pardon my French here, but Amy is just bitching out at me and Paul is moving and I have no one right now."

"I just think it would be too painful…" Really? After pouring my heart out he was gonna say, "Oh it's too painful,"?

"And you can't do it? Fine then. Thanks, Brian. See you around."

And with that, I hung up. I curled up on my bed, grabbing a fluffy orange pillow and let the tears run, because for the first time in my life, I was lonely.

Rather short but rather eventful. 5 chapters. Done deal bro. Love, 3.