I did have a good time with James…I swear! I just guess he didn't have a good time with me. The morning I found out was just a typical morning. My best friend Alice's brother was coming home from a break in college. Alice is so sure that we'll hit it off, even though I haven't seen him since I was four and I moved to Phoenix. I shared an apartment with James and Alice. I got up to get some breakfast. Alice wasn't home. Thank God! I went into the kitchen just as his phone, which was on the counter, beeped. I decided not to wake him up, and, thinking it was work, looked at it. I almost dropped the phone. It read: Hey babe, u breaking up with Bella tonite? Victoria xx. The bitch! (James, not Victoria!). I raced into the bedroom. "JAMES! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF BED NOW!" He woke up. "What? Did World War 3 start?" He reacted. I threw the phone at him. "It might soon!" I replied back. "Uhh… it's not what it looks like?" "Oh really? So you're not breaking up with me?" "Well…yeah…" Right! He's going to break up with me? I walked over to the closet, got my suitcase out, and started to fill it up with all of my clothes. I then proceeded to the bathroom to get my stuff. I returned to the bedroom. "Well, it was good knowing you!" I said to James and left the apartment. It wasn't until I got to the car when the tears started to roll. Where am I going to know now?