I laugh. I'm at my school dance, dancing my filthy little heart out. Having a great time , until I see him. My heart almost stops.

Evan, the only one I've truly liked/loved. He sits next to me in some class and has the locker next to mine.

His dark hair shining in the moonlight, at the winter dance. I gasp, but luckily for now he doesn't notice me. He's dancing with a girl, Jessica I believe her name is.

Evan doesn't know I like him. Probably thinks I'm a weird, ugly, emo, freak, like the rest of them. I just hope I haven't fallen for a jerk again.

Their dancing closely, I'm watching them, when suddenly she leans down and kisses him on the mouth. I didn't see him shove her away, I was already in tears. My hand leaving my dance partner's I tell him I'm not feeling well.

My eyes downcast and tears streaming down my face, I bump into some one. Evan. I start to apologize, Then realize who he is.

More tears come now, although I try my best to stop them. He looks confused at why my face is wet with salty tears, and unshed ones in my chocolate brown eyes. Our gazes meet, and eyes lock, if only just for a moment.

He opens his mouth as if to say something, but I tear myself away, sprinting towards the girl's bathroom, where I can cry my precious, broken heart alone.

I raced after her. Rebecca's fleeing towards the girls bathroom, probably to cry. I don't know what's wrong, I only ran after her on instinct. I'm curious to learn why she's crying. I doubt many people have seen her cry before, because her best friends even looked shocked, unknowing what to do. She always seemed so strong, so unbothered, with no one to bring her down. She sang one song that ever made me realize she wasn't invulnerable to pain. "I Don't Believe it Anymore" by Cote de Pablo, a bitter-sweet love song apparently. Now that strong girl seemed so weak and… broken. She hid in the bathroom, where I didn't dare go after her. I heard footsteps coming my way and blended in with the shadows. It was one of Rebecca's friends, Maria.

I heard Evan following me, until I was in the bathroom. My shoulders shook, as I sobbed silently. I heard another pair of footstep, foreign to my ears. It is my friend Maria, she came after me. I hoped to cry my broken-heart out alone, but as usual I wasn't getting my way.

"Rebecca, are you O.K., I saw you running, what's wrong?"

"Do I look O.K. to you Maria? I can't believe everyone saw me crying; now I'll be labeled as a crybaby too!"

" You still didn't answer my question, Rebecca. Why are you crying?"

"I saw a girl kissing Evan, or him kissing the girl."

"Well that's not all that bad now is it?"

"Maria, I really like/liked Evan. Really liked, as in a lot. Now I'm wondering if I'm setting myself up for heartbreak a fourth time. I don't think there's muck left to break though. I just can't do this again. I've liked a new boy for every school I've gone too. I just can't do this much longer."

"Are you sure you'll be O.K.?"

"Yeah. I'm going home.

"Alright then. Bye, Rebecca."

"Bye Maria."