Chapter 1 .

"…and a toast to Jamie and Brad. You're two of the best friends that anyone could ask for, you've been there with me through thick and thin. I don't know where I'd be right now if it wasn't for either of you and I'm so glad that you're finally engaged. I don't know why it took you so long to finally man up and propose Brad but I'm happy you finally did." I raised my glass up towards the couple, "here's to a love filled engagement! I love you guys"

They both smiled at me as I sat back down at my table that I shared with my mom, dad and brother.

My mom turned towards me, "Rebecca, where did David go?" she asked referring to my finacee who I hadn't seen since before the speeches started.

"I honestly have no idea, I haven't seen him anywhere. He said he wasn't feeling well earlier, maybe he's in the restroom, do you mind going and checking for me Dad?"

"Of course princess" he smiled at me and walked towards the bathroom. He came back a minute later and told us that David wasn't in there

"Well, we mustn't let that ruin our fun. Come on Becca, let's go mingle with the others" my mom said standing up.

"Give me a few minutes mom, I'm going to change out of my heels and into some flats. I'll be back in a bit" I said as I got up and walked outside to the parking garage towards my car, removing my shoes.

As I approached the SUV I saw a shadow in the backseat of the car. At first I was worried that someone had broken in to the vehicle, but as I got closer I quickly realized what the shadow was doing. Whoever it was in the backseat was not alone.

I marched up to the door and pulled it open, shocked to see David with his pants down and inside of his tennis partner Jasmine.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" I screeched, appalled by what I was seeing in front of me.

"Oh. Rebecca sweetie, it's not what it looks like" David claimed, out of breath and not moving from his position. What the hell was he saying? It wasn't what it looked like? He really was a bigger idiot than I had originally thought.

"I think that this is exactly what it looks like, I'm sorry I interrupted you." I slammed the door, still holding my shoes in my right hand.

I stalked away, back towards the building the engagement party was being held in. I rolled my eyes hearing footsteps approach me from behind. If David was smart he would have stayed in the car with Janice or whatever the hell her name was. He called out to me over and over, asking me to just listen to him. Ignoring him I continued walking into the banquet hall only to be met with stares from all the guests.

I turned around, glaring at David, "could you shut up? Go back to what you were doing, I didn't mean to interrupt your private party"

"Becca, sweetie, I-" he started."

"Don't call me that. You lost the right to call me that when you shoved your dick inside that tramp" I seethed.

"What is going on here Rebecca?" Jamie came up to me, concern etched all over her face.

"Oh, nothing is going on. I don't want to take away from your special day." I smiled, turning away from her.

"Becca, I know something happened. You wouldn't come raging back into the party with David trailing after you unless something happened"

"If you really must know Jamie, I caught David fucking his tennis partner in the back seat of my SUV."

She sighed and turned her attention towards David, shaking her head.

Brad came over asking what had happened and Jamie turned to him, "she knows."

Wait, what? I knew?

"What the hell is going on here? I know? You mean, you two knew that he was cheating on me?" I asked, the volume of my voice slowly increasing.

"Becca, don't make a scene. Please." Jamie pleaded with me.

"Don't make a scene? Are you fucking kidding me? You, my best friend for years, knew that my boyfriend was cheating on me? You both knew and you kept this from me? How could you?" I now had tears making their way down my face, surely dragging my makeup off my eyes and down with them. "How long has this been going on?"

"I hardly think that matters Be-"

I cut Brad off, "answer the fucking question!"

"Around three months."

I had heard enough, I lunged at David no longer caring what people thought. I got one swing in before I felt someone pull me off of him.

"Becca don't you dare hit him at my engagement party" Brad said as he pulled me away.

"Don't you dare call me that and get your hands off of me" I growled as I hit his hand with my heels which I had somehow managed to hold on to.

"Fuck!" I heard him shout after I hit him, I secretly hoped I had broken a finger or two.

Jamie ran to his side as I backed away from the two of them and towards the table where my family still sat.

"Rebecca Anne Taylor, you stop right this instant and apologize to Jamie and Brad for ruining their party" my mom looked at me, obviously very angry with my actions.

I glared at her, grabbed my jacket and purse off my chair and marched over to where Brad and Jamie were still standing.

"Jamie, Brad, I'm sorry I ruined your engagement party. I'm also sorry that I ever considered you my friends. I'm sorry that I thought that you had my best interest at heart and I'm sorry that I thought you cared about me. I wish you both a great marriage; you're both perfect for each other. David, don't bother coming back to the house. You can pick your shit up tomorrow." I raised my middle finger up behind me as I marched out towards the parking garage.

I got into my SUV and instantly felt disgusting. This was where he'd just done it with her and probably had done it several other times before.

And that was when it hit me and broke down.

I had just found out my fiance had been cheating on me. I had just found out that my best friends since childhood had known about it the entire time and showed no remorse for not telling me. My mother showed no sympathy and instead was mad at me for ruining their engagement party. Was I a bad friend because I didn't feel bad for ruining the party? I laughed through the tears as I thought this. Compared to them anyone could be considered an excellent friend. Why was I even worried about that? They're not my friends anymore, it's not like I'll ever trust them again. I don't want to trust them.

I sighed as I wiped my eyes and started the car. I was exhausted, I just wanted to go back to my apartment, pack up David's crap and sleep. That was exactly what I did.

I woke up around six in the morning, make up smudged and still wearing my dress from the party. The house was eerily silent as I got out of bed, the events from the previous night all came flooding back. As I walked to the bathroom I attempted to avoid looking in the mirror, positive that I looked like a trainwreck.

I took everything off and got into the shower and began to think about everything. How hadn't I caught on to everything? It had been happening for three months, my best friends knew, yet I somehow had remained oblvious to everything that was going on. Last night after I returned home I packed all of Mark's stuff in boxes and left it on the front long. I didn't care if someone took it, that was not my problem.

What was I supposed to do now? There was no need for me to live in a house this big if I was alone, there wasn't even any need for me to stay in this city. I could just leave, run away from my problems like I always have. I could go on a vacation, get myself together, have a little fun. The more I thought about it, the better it was starting to sound.

A few hours later my hair was done and I was dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans combination. I had just finished packing my suitcase when my phone rang and I sighed, looking at the caller ID, the words 'Mom' flashed across the screen.

"Hello?" I spoke, dreading this conversation.

"Rebecca Anne Taylor, I cannot begin to explain how embarrassed and disappointed I am right now. You get over here this instant and you apologize to Jamie and Brad. You know you broke Brads fingers? You ruined their engagement party b throwing your little tantrum, you should be ashamed of yourself." she ranted and ranted, that's what she was good at.

I sighed, "Mom, I am not apologizing to them and I'm not coming over. I was actually about to head out"

"Where in the world do you think you're going?"

"Florida"

"What? Have you lost your mind? Rebecca, you can't be serious! Jack, get on the phone and talk some sense into your daughter." I heard my mom passing the phone over to my dad.

"Rebecca sweetie, what is your mom all upset about?" I loved my dad, I had always been his little princess.

"I refuse to apologize to Jamie or Brad, and I'm going on a little vacation."

"Well, I understand why you won't apologize to them. To be honest, I wouldn't either. You know your mom, she doesn't want people talking and that's exactly what they're doing. As for the vacation, where are you headed?"

"Florida"

"Really? That sounds lovely Becca, I'm sure you'll have a great time and you'll be able to clear your head." At this point I could hear my mother in the background, clearly upset that he was so supportive of me.

"That's the plan dad. Listen, thank you for supporting me right now. It means a lot"

"I love you princess and I'll always be here for you, you know that"

"I love you too dad. I should probably head out, I have to be at the airport soon"

"You be sure to call me when you land, I love you"

"I will dad, love you too" I smiled and hung up.

I made sure I had my blackberry, iPod, passport and gum in my purse and then gathered my luggage. Sighing, I took one last look around the house and walked out the door and towards the awaiting cab.

Here I was, a girl from a small town in Canada now running away to Florida on a whim.

#24 - Go on a vacation spur of the moment.

A/N ; So, I'm finally getting around to putting up my first story ever. I hope you guys liked the first chapter and don't worry, the guys will appear shortly. Reviews are obviously greatly appreciated (: