How can he do that? I mean honestly, how can he just give up the best thing that has ever happen to him, me! I gave him everything, for god's sakes I gave him my virginity! I stare into the wooden skull that he had given me on our eight months anniversary, when he told me that he 'loved' me. The more I stare into it, the more my eyes burn from the hot tears that are now forming. Here I am sitting at a dock ready to throw 'him' away but I can't, not yet. My brain is telling me to throw it away already and move on while my heart is telling me to keep it because there could be a chance of him coming back. Every time I try to move my arm up, ready to throw the wooden skull into the lake, it's like my arm suddenly becomes paralyzed and it's like some kind of statue. I hate him. I Hate how he broke my, I hate how he went for that Goth girl, I hate how he used me, I hate how he made me feel week, I hate that I still love him.

Boys and girls, get ready to hear a sad little tale called 'The worst day of Courtney Taylor's life'

I was trying to pull up my favorite grey skinny jeans with one hand while holding the phone with my one of my best friend's Bridgette on the other. "Ugh you totally SHOULD do the nationals surfing competition in Malibu."

"No way! I am not that good!"

I had put the phone on speaker and set it down on the floor in my closet while trying to pick out a shirt. "Yes you are, you just don't give yourself enough credit." She really is a good surfer; i mean, she's won like at least three competition's here or she'll get either second or third, which is good when you compete against hundreds of others.

"Ok, have you seen the girls down there? They are freaking scary, almost like Eva Strom scary, and could toss me into a ring of sharks, just like that!"

I examined my baby blue halter top before putting it on. "Ok, you really need to stop making things bigger than what they are. Now if you don't mind I'm meeting Duncan in fifteen minutes and for the record, this conversation is SO not over!"

"But-" I snapped my phone shut before I could let her say anything else. I didn't want to come off as rude or anything, but like I said I DID have a date with Duncan.

So Duncan Evans is like the school bad boy and my boyfriend of almost a year, which you would find odd since I'm Ms. 'Straight A's'. Nobody gets how we made it as boyfriend and girlfriend for this long, not even my two best friends Sierra and Bridgette. Well what can I say, opposites attracts I guess. Anyways, when I finally saw him at this really small diner, I smiled and ran right over.

I grabbed his hand and started rubbing it smoothly, he always liked that. "Hey hun, sorry I'm late, so what's up?"

He sighed and removed his hand away from me. "Courtney, it's not working out."

I gave him a confused look, what's he talking about? "What's not working out?" Oh god, please don't mean us, please don't mean us, please don't mean-

"Us."

I started to feel nauseous. My head was spinning around, like it was trying hard to process this. This could NOT be happening, especially me! " Bu-but wh-why?" I felt my eyes forming tears.

He began to look nervous, which he should. "Were not right for each other, I mean sure we had some awesome times with each other, but my feelings for you just begin to vanish as time disappears. I mean we have nothing in common! Please don't be upset, I'll always still care about you."

Kids can you say bullshit? Because right now we are looking at Mr. King himself. "Ugh, what a load of BS! How long did that take you to come up with that one, huh, one minute?"

The nervous look from his face quickly turned into a scowl. "You know what; I tried to be Mr. Nice guy here-"

"Mr. Nice guy? God dammit Duncan since when are you EVER nice? You're like the biggest prick to ever walk this planet, 'nice' isn't really in your vocab." I could get people from our school to back me up on this, I know Harold McGrady would, he's been picked on by Duncan since the beginning of freshman year.

His face was baffled "Me not nice? Um Sweetheart, have you looked into the mirror lately? You're like the biggest bitch ever, next to Heather Chang. You're so uptight about anything and are willing to throw a fit if you don't get what you want. A lot of people at our school hate you, you know?" Duncan screamed. Ok, he has a point, i can be a total bitch sometimes, i'm not going to lie. It's who i am though, sometime's you need to be the bitch to get what you want. Besides, Duncan is no better than i am, he is a complete jackass. Like i said, please see Harold McGrady for more information about Mr. Jackass.

"Yea, well everyone hates you Mr. Bully!" I screamed back, by now everyone was staring at us

Gwen had walked by. "Oh, um, was this the wrong time to come?"

Excuse me? He seriously did not just leave me for 'her'. OH. MY. GOD. He is SO going to get it now. "You left me fo- for," I pointed towards Gwen, "HER?"

Gwen gave me an apologetic look, which I'm sure she was bluffing about, that bitch! "Courtney, were really sorry, we wanted to tell you." She grabbed her arm and looked down nervously

Duncan scoffs and glares at me harder now. "I'm not; Gwen brings my stress level down a lot and ACTUALLY has fun with me, unlike you, you uptight witch."

"Now Duncan, that's a tad harsh don't you think?" Gwen said softly, however Duncan continued to ignore her and keep his fiery eyes on me. He thinks he's so tough and macho… pssh, give me a break!

"Fine, Gwen, Have a fun time with this perverted moron! You'll really need it. Oh fair warning, don't expect any romantic dates from him." I grabbed a milkshake from someone and dumped it on his head before running out and bursting into tears again.

So now here I am watching Rosemary's baby with a box of Lady Godiva chocolates in my arms, my only true love. My phone started to ring, however I was too lazy to get it. I quickly paused the movie and cleared my throat quickly. "GERTIE, CAN YOU PLEASE GET THAT?" Gertie is our maid and like a somewhat older sister to me. Her real name is Gertrude, but I couldn't pronounce that when I was younger so I just called her Gertie. She's originally from Germany, but had to leave due to some issue with her abusive dad. She's only fourteen years older than me, so she kind of gets what I usually go through, sometimes.

"Ms. Courtney, its Ms. Bridgette, she wants to know if you're still on for the movie theatres."

I groaned. I really didn't want to leave my bed today. "Tell her that I'm sick and can't make it."

"But Ms. Courtney," She went over and opened my curtains up, Ugh, sun! "It's such a beautiful day; do you really want to waste it by just sitting in here?"

I pulled my covers over me to avoid the light shining in my eyes and turned away from the windows. "Yes!"

I can hear her mumble something to herself before leaving the room. I unpaused the movie and grabbed a piece of chocolate. Today is going to be a 'sad movie eat out on junk food while avoiding everyone day.'

I woke up to Bridgette and Sierra pouncing on me up and down. "COURTNEY, COURTNEY, COURTNEY!" they both screamed in unison.

Really, just really? Can't I get at least one decent day of being alone with no one to bother me? "Ugh, what are you two doing here?" I pushed both of them off my bed.

"Trip, trip, trip!" Sierra chirped and jumped right back on my bed again.

"What, what, what?"

Sierra was about to open her mouth again when Bridgette had put a hand over her mouth "Well I decided to take your advice and go try for nationals in Malibu and why not bring you too along?" It's about time she finally comes to her senses about the damn competition…

"As happy as I am about you actually doing the surf competition, I just don't feel like coming down with you guys."

"Are you seriously going to let that asshole ruin you and completely destroy your fun?" Since when does Sierra ever swear, besides playing video games and booing at our school's rivalry at pep rallies?

"Sierra's right, you're Courtney Taylor, the girl that never lets anything get to her. You've got to face the world and Duncan and give them a big 'F U'." Both of them raised both middle fingers in the air in confidence.

I couldn't help but laugh at them, which actually felt really great. They're totally right, I do need a few days with the girls and try to get over him. "Well we do have our vacation summer home over there that we could stay in…"

The both squealed and knocked me over. "Well I guess we better shop for junk food…" Sierra said.

"Agreed, we need to get everything ready for when we take off on Thursday."

"Bridgette, that's tomorrow!" I was expecting at least three days to get ready; don't they know that I like to plan things out way ahead of time?

Bridgette threw a luggage at me and headed towards my closet. "Better get ready then."

For once since the breakup, I was happy and actually looking forward to something, even if I didn't get the planning time that I needed.