Katie sat at the desk in her room, crying where no tears would come out. Over and over she wrote on her paper: Drew Torres is a jerk. She thought doing this would make her feel better, but she was wrong. She thought Drew would call her back, begging for forgiveness. Yet again, wrong.
She dropped her pencil and clutched her head, Advil couldn't even help right now. But there was something better than Advil; Her best friend, Marisol. Marisol came up the steps, using the key to Katie's house Katie had given her.
"Katie?" She stepped in, hesitantly. Katie looked up, tears brimming in her eyes. "Mare..." Marisol came over and hugged her. "How are you holding up?" She asked. Katie smiled fakely. "Just dandy."
They sat on the bed and talked. The more they talked, the more Katie felt better. "Thanks for coming, Mare." Katie smiled the smallest genuine smile in days. "That's what friends are for." Marisol answered. "Are you ditching school tomorrow?"
Katie layed back on her bed. "Ugh, that's right, school." "Wanna skip?" Marisol offered. Katie shook her head. "No. I can't let Drew and Bianca affect my life." She sat up. "I'm just done with boys. For good."
"Well y'know... You could use boys to get revenge." Marisol started. Katie raised her eyebrow, confused. "I don't think Drew'll care." "Oh he'll care." Marisol opened Katie's laptop and went to Facebook. She showed Katie a profile. "Drew will care about him."
A slow smile spread on Katie's face. Of course. Drew wouldn't look twice at any guy Katie was with.
Any guy, except Adam.
Honest thoughts?
