Lisa's P.O.V.
My hands were shaking as I tried to dial a number on my phone. I sat in my car, tears streaming down my face, as I waited for an answer.
"Hello?" he finally answered.
"Hey," I said, my voice shaky, and scratchy, "can I come over? I need someone to talk to, and Mia didn't answer her phone."
"Yeah, but are you going to be able to drive, you don't sound so good?" he asked, with concern in his voice.
"Umm... I think I can make it," I replied.
"Ok, but be careful," he commanded.
"Yeah, of course. I'll see you soon." I said, and hung up the phone before he could even say goodbye.
I sat there for second, trying to collect myself. I wiped away my tears, or at least tried to, but they kept coming.
I started my car and pulled out of the parking space. I couldn't wait to get to his house at this point.
Since Mia didn't answer her phone, and who I thought was my best friend, stabbed me in the back, he was all I had at that moment.
I finally reached his house. It seemed like it took forever to get there. I got out of my car and went up to his door. I rang the doorbell, and waited.