"Drug fucked," she spits at me with venom.

I ignore her and keep playing my play station game, my favourite bit, having sex with a prostitute, how cool can a game get when you actually get to fuck anything you want, steal whatever you want, be anything you want without consequence.

"Are you even listening to me?" she snaps, pushing her face in front of me. "Are you?"

I keep ignoring her, she keeps yelling.

"Why am I even here Nick? Why? The first day you'll spend willingly with me in a month and you're acting like I don't exist!"

"Can you move out of my way please?" I ask, boring my gaze into her.

She moves for me, she gets up and leaves the room.

I consider keep playing my game but my conscience wins and I follow her to where I know she'll be. My room.

I walk in and she's on the bed, completely oblivious that I'm there, tracing the scars on her wrists.

"My friends are gonna be here soon so…" I tell her, unable to stand staring at the marks of my failure permanently etched on her skin.

Slowly, so slowly I don't even realise she's moving at first, she gets up and she faces me. She is hurt, it's written it every line in her face, a new mask of pain and confusion, that I know I'm responsible for.

"Why are you doing this?" she whispers.

I don't even have an answer for her. How do I explain that I love her so much that I'm willing to let go of her so she can get the life she deserves, get the guy she deserves. How do I explain properly what I'm willing to sacrifice for her own good.

"Baby?" she asks a little softer.

I shrug. "I've just been busy."

I take a joint out and light it up in front of her, her eyes flash, she grabs it and she puts it out in my Jim Beam by my bed.

"That's why isn't it? Weed," Alexia says it like it's the nastiest thing in the world. "You don't even realise how pathetic you are."

Her words rip me apart, syllable by syllable.

"You don't need me, you don't need your friends, you don't even need your family, because weed has replaced all that. I don't even remember the last time you were fucking straight, can you?"

I stare at her, anger boiling up inside me. "For someone so smart, you're fucking stupid."

She slams her fist hard into my chest. "Fuck you. Maybe I'd know more if you told me, but you don't because I'm not even your girlfriend, I'm just your movable, talking fucking blow up doll."

I flinch, but only slightly. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

"Do you know how it feels to be second place to a fucking drug?" she snaps. "You are addicted aren't you? Aren't you? Why the fuck do you even keep me around Nick? You got everything you need right there."

I love you. Again I shrug.

Angry tears fall down her face. "You can't keep doing this, I can't keep doing this. It's…it's not fair ok. I can't make this relationship work by myself."

"Then stop trying," I suggest, meaning that I can't stand to see her try harder.

Gritting her teeth she heads for the door. "I'm going since I'm clearly not welcome."

"Your bus doesn't come for another forty five minutes," I point out, concern starting to edge its way in.

"I'll walk," she says boldly, picking her stuff up.

"It's nine thirty, don't be stupid."

She turns to face me, a look in her eyes I've never seen before, is it…hate?

"I would rather be stupid then drug fucked and blinded by something that doesn't even care about me!"

She walks out. I don't stop her.

She's absolutely right. I am drug fucked. I am addicted to something. But it's not weed. It's her. She is my addiction and that's why I've been distancing myself from her. Because all addicts have to eventually give up, to get help. I didn't want anyone to help me lose Alexia, I would have stayed with her forever if it weren't the fact that she was becoming too attached, that one day I would have to eventually leave her and by then it would be too late, but not for me, for her.

I clench my teeth as a single tear falls down my face. I clench my teeth as I make my decision. I clench my teeth as I take down all our pictures. Tomorrow I go cold turkey.

"Are you getting up?" Tiff asks poking her head in my room the next morning.

I grunt a reply.

"The bus comes in thirty minutes, don't you want a shower and a morning joint?"

I can tell she's joking but I snap. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

She shrugs, used to my hostility. "Couldn't help but hear your argument last night…"

I roll my eyes. "I'm not talking about that shit."

She nods. "Do you think maybe she has a point?"

"Who's side are you on?" I ask defensively.

She turns my light on and notices all the pictures are gone. "What did you do?" she whispers.

I shrug, forcing myself up to look at the emptiness. "What had to be done," I retort.

She turns to leave but stops at the door. "Her side," she whispers and quickly leaves.

I sigh and start to get dressed. Wouldn't everyone be?

The day goes quick, too quick, except for home room. I sit as far away as possible from her. She won't look at me, she won't look at anyone, she just stares at her work in front of her, almost catatonic.

"What's going on with you two?" Steve asks, a kid from our class, neither of our good friends.

I shrug. "It's just time."

His eyes widen with shock and confusion, he looks at Alexia then back at me. "But she's…so…hot."

I can't help but smile ruefully. "I know."

"When?" he whispers back, and I know he's waiting to spread the gossip.

"Lunch time," I reply a little louder than I should.

Her head snaps up and she stares over with betrayed eyes.

"Brutal," Steve whistles before going back to his work.

I watch a piece of Alexia die in front of me and I feel a piece of myself die too. "Yes," I agree tearing my gaze away from her. "Yes."

I take a drag from my hand rolled joint and stare over at her, sitting quietly for once with her friends. The weed doesn't make me feel calm this time, it makes me nervous, paranoid, sick. Maybe it was because I knew what I had to do, and I didn't want to do it.

"What the fuck is wrong with you today man?" Ray asks me. "Alexia not giving you enough?"

I couldn't stop myself I decked him one in the face just as Alexia's friends Louise and Elise came over. What could they possibly want now?

"Hey," Louise greeted, looking me up and down as she usually did, stirring a kick from Elise.

"What do you want?" I ask bluntly.

Elise timidly steps forward, unsure of whether they should pass on whatever message they were sent to tell.

"Um…wow Ray are you ok?" she turns her attention to Ray with his now bleeding nose.

He grunts in reply and walks off. Always the gentleman.

I turn expectantly to the two girls, Elise hovering nervously, Louise moving in provocatively.

"Alexia needs to talk to you," Louise says, moving closer to take my arm. "Now."

Fuck, I think not now, please not now.

I look up and Alexia is watching, I can see her scowl in place at Louise's actions, her eyes flashing fiercely, her body defined as the wind blows her clothes tight. God she's beautiful.

I take a deep breath and I know that this is it, that I've got no choice left, that I have to break her to break her free from me.

"Lets go," I say tersely.

Louise is pathetic as usual, finding reasons to kick me as we walk, to push me, to brush her tits against me. Did this chick have any shame? I mean, fuck dude.

She's standing there waiting, her hair natural and wavy today, her makeup faint, as though she's already been crying, her eyes over bright, her perfect lips forced into a semblance of a smile, turning out more like a grimace.

"We need to talk," she says softly, locking her eyes on Louise and fixing her with such a glare that her and Elise leave immediately.

I don't say anything, I don't trust myself to talk.

She takes a step forward and places a soft hand on my shoulder. "Nick…"

I take a step back, out of her range, out of the fire her hand makes on my shoulder. "What?"

She sighs, I can see her tears of frustration that she's pushing back, trying to be strong, and it kills me. It fucking kills me, but makes what I have to do that much easier.

"Can we go for a walk? Please?"

I can't say no, when have I ever been able to refuse that heavenly face.

"Where to?" I find myself asking as we both look at the open oval.

She places her bag on the ground slowly, trying to find the right words as she does so.

"Walk with me."

She doesn't touch me this time, just starts to walk toward the middle of the oval, the main event for everyone around us. I realise she picked this place on purpose, it's open, no where to hide, impossible to run. She was always so much smarter than me. So much better.

"What's up?" I ask casually.

She gives me her famous 'are you kidding me?' look and I force a smirk.

"Do you even still love me?" she asks right out, never one for side stepping how she feels.

Yes! With my everything! That voice inside me screams. I almost say it, then I remember why I'm here, I remember I'm doing this for her.

"I don't know," I manage to croak.

She doesn't fall to pieces, she takes in my words and nods. "I see…well do you want to still be with me?"

Fuck yes, tell her you will never stop needing her. Tell her, DO IT, why can't you? Are you a pussy now? Are you a liar? Are you just like every other guy?

"I don't know!" I scream out without meaning to.

She stumbles back like I've smacked her, but she doesn't fall, she doesn't cry. She laughs. And this scares me more than anything.

"Lex?" I whisper.

Somehow she's rocking back and forwards while standing, arms wrapped tightly around herself, holding herself together.

"Not again," she's muttering. "Not now, please…no…"

She's still laughing, so hard that she's choking, but I can't see her face, she won't let me.

"Lex?" I try again, louder this time.

She looks up and I realise she was choking from the sobs, she's crying, hard, harder than I've ever seen her cry before. I can see her breaking in front of me, piece by piece falling apart, and I know it's my fault.

Instinct takes over and I wrap my arms around her, protectively, comfortingly, lovingly. She fits here and I choke back my own sobs as I realise this is probably the last time we will be molded together like this.

"I-I'm sorry," she chokes out.

My eyes widen she's sorry! What for? For loving me? For being perfect? For being better than me?

"What?" I spit out and I know it sounds like an accusation.

"I wasn't g-g-good enough. I nagged too m-much. I was a t-terrible girlfriend."

It suddenly hits me what she's saying 'wasn't', 'was', 'nagged', past tense. She's already accepted it, already admitted defeat. Pain burns deep inside me, how could she give up so easily? How could she just accept it? Did she really love me after all?

Her eyes are red, she's looking at me, tears streaming down her face, so beautiful, so breakable.

"You did nothing wrong babe," I tell her, cursing myself for getting drawn in again. "It's me, not you."

She cries hard again, clinging to me, trying to push herself as close to me as possible, to breathe my scent in, remember every part of me, memorize me.

Suddenly she pulls away, and swipes angrily at her tears. "So stupid," I hear her mutter and I want to take it all back and tell her I'm just too stoned to think.

"I probably look ugly," she says sheepishly.

I grab her chin in my hand, her face swollen, red, tear stained, but still so beautiful. "No," I say fiercely. "You will always be beautiful to me."

She scoffs at this then quickly goes silent, thinking everything through again. "Is there someone else?"

It was barely a whisper.

"No, never, how could there be?" I answer fiercely, stung that she would assume such a thing.

She pushes me away violently now, accusations in her eyes. "Then why?" she demands. "Why are you doing this? Aren't I good enough for you? It's your weed isn't it? It's more important than our relationship. Isn't it? Isn't it!"

She's pushing me now, hitting me with hysterics, it hurts, but not as much as hurting her. I deserve worse, so I take it, I let her hit me, then I pull her towards me, holding her close. Inhaling her unique scent, metallic, sweet, pretty.

"It's ok," I croon, mimicking how my mum used to hold me. "Everything will be ok."

I regret these words. As soon as I say them because she stiffens, her tears stop and she takes a step back, staring at me intensely. I brace myself for the punch I know is going to come, I brace myself for another round of hysterics, of accusations but nothing comes. And when I look back at her face her twinkling eyes are dead, her skin has lost its glow, her shoulders are slumped and her smile lost within the pain.

Defeat.

She has given up in defeat, my little fighter has lost her will to fight, and I took it away.

"Nick," she murmurs in her soft, velvety voice.

"Yeah babe?"

"Kiss me, one last time. Lie to me," she says looking right in my eyes. "Make me believe for one second this was real, that it meant something."

That's when I feel my own heart break.

"Sure," I murmur back and I pull her close, I press my cheek against hers gently. "I'll never forget," I say softly then I press my lips against her full ones, she puts her arm around my neck, the other cupping my face gently and she pours herself into me, I can feel it, her life force fading away as she pushes everything she has into our intense final kiss. It's wet, and I realise I'm crying, that I've started to shake, that I'm losing control.

I pry her away gently and turn my face away. "I understand if you hate me…"

She slaps me then, hard. "You, are an idiot, a drug fucked idiot," she spits at me. "How can you say such things?"

I just nod, forcing the lump in my throat down. I can't stay here anymore, it hurts too much, I can't think, I can't move, I can't breathe.

"I need a cigarette," I tell her coolly.

She smiles at this, but it's not her smile, I don't recognise it, I hardly recognise her.

"I want you to know that it was real, for me anyway. And that…that I'm not going to give up, but I won't stand in your way. Not anymore. I love you."

I don't say the words back, I can't say the words back. She seems to understand that this is it, she accepts it.

"Goodbye Nicholas," she calls out as I'm already walking away.

"I love you," I whisper back, my final gift to her. I keep walking, even when I hear her sobs start again, when I hear her friends crowd anxiously around her, I don't stop. I don't look back. And I don't tell anyone anything. I just walk, away from the oval, from my friends, from my love. I head to class, because that's what she would want. I owe her that much.

Class was brutal, ironic, painful. I was in social studies and today the focus was on relationships, oh yay.

"So," Mr Thompson began, "Relationships are found everywhere, at almost any age, with different intensities. For example, when you are younger, your relationships are more simple, based on how nice a person is, how often you see them, they are innocent, pure, beautiful and uncomplicated. When you are married it is more official, your love's supposed to be cement as you commit yourself to that person because you have a similar outlook in life and are drawn to their personalities. High school love," here he gestured to us, "Are the most complex of all because who can really tell if it's true love or just a fling? High school love is based on hormones, lust, face value then either becomes more, or fades away."

Everyone in the class was listening intently, and I just wanted to fade away.

"So lets do a poll, raise your hands if you've ever been in love."

I raised my hand with the minority of the class, stupid move really, I was the only guy.

Mr Thompson smiled at me, Alexia was a favourite of most teachers and I could see it pleased him to see someone truly cared about her. Guilt flooded my whole system.

"Now raise your hands if you've ever broken up with someone in highschool because it just didn't work."

I raised my hand, no one seemed surprised, I had worked up quite a reputation before Alexia.

"Finally," uh oh. "Who here is still in a long term relationship?"

Everyone looked at me and I didn't have my hand raised. Gasps of shock went through the room, as well as whispers.

"Oh my god did they break up?"

"Do you think he's kidding?"

"He can't be look at his face."

"Who dumped who?"

"She probably dumped his sorry arse, I mean, look at her."

I put my hood up and rested me head on my arms trying to block out the noise, I glanced up to find Mr Thompson staring at me intently. He was no longer smiling.

I wanted today to end. This was quite possibly the worst day of my life. Time seemed to have no meaning, nothing seemed to have any meaning because I had killed her, I know I had. In every fibre of my body, she was dying, all because of me.

"It's all good Powers," Ray told me. "She'll go off and fuck some other guy to forget you and then you can hate her and go on being Powers the player."

I slowly turned my gaze on his, wondering how hard I'd have to hit him to break his nose, then decided against it. Alexia always hated violence.

"Dude, are you even listening to me?"

I flinched away from those words as the bell went.

Getting up briskly I walked out of the room with my bag, and nearly ran out the front, hoping I wouldn't have to bump into any of Alexia's friends, no doubt armed with note pads, pencils, scissors, nail files and shoes, I shuddered at the thought.

"Brutal," I repeated aloud again.

I managed to get out the front of the school before I stopped dead in my tracks, there were no pencil princesses, no shoe sisters, no, none of that, it was much, much worse.

She stood there, looking smaller than I have ever seen her before, but she wasn't Alexia anymore. I guess the best way to describe it would be the snail had crept back into its shell.

I smiled briefly, I can imagine the look of horror on her face if she knew I'd just compared her to 'a slug with a home.'

She caught my gaze and held it, my smile disappeared but I forced my feet forward. Her friends saw me and circled her protectively, Elizabeth took a step forward, as if she were prepared for a fight. I tensed, waiting for her pen, always on her to stab me in the throat.

Again, nothing happened.

I looked and noticed Alexia wasn't looking at me anymore, but her hand was firmly on Elizabeth's shoulder, forcing her to retreat back to the circle.

I saw Ray beside me and saw his need to comfort Alexia, to touch her, to claim what was no longer mine.

I couldn't let that happen.

Pushing past him I walked two meters ahead of where her support group was and stopped. She looked up again with cold, dead, empty, plain brown eyes and nodded at me, but I beckoned her forward.

She didn't smile, not once. She just walked.

"Hey," I greeted.

"Hello."

"You…um…ok?"

A big grin spread across her face. "Yeah, I'm good."

Liar.

"Cool. Can I have a hug?"

She didn't reply, just loosely hung her arms around my neck while I squeezed her with everything I had.

For the first time in, well, ever. She let go of me first.

"You'll miss your bus," she mused.

I nodded. "I could, you know…stay here with you."

What the fuck are you doing man, what the FUCK are you doing.

Alexia cocked her head to the side studying me, then turned away. "You're starting to sober up Nick, you're not making much sense."

How odd this phrase must have sounded to anyone else, but to me it was only pain.

What else could I do? Nothing. She had already walked away, linked arms with Elizabeth and was now heading further down the school.

Out of my reach, I mused again, before Ray roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the bus.

I shoved my hands in my pocket and found a rough piece of paper slice part of my hand.

I took the now blood splattered note out and opened it.

I love you.

I ripped the note in half and threw it into the wind and kept walking. Why did it have to hurt so much? Why did she have to make things so difficult. Why the fuck did I ever get involved.

And that's when the flash backs started.

It would make me look like the biggest pussy had I told anyone this, but the moment I saw her I just knew, she was meant for me. I had to have her. She walked in with her bright hazel eyes, glowing, her plump lips pursed in concentration and a body that made me shift uncomfortably in my chair. She was perfect. She was an angel. She was completely out of my reach. But I needed her to be mine.

There was a moment, 'the moment of truth' she had joked with me, when our eyes locked for a moment, was it a moment though? It felt never ending, yet ended too soon. It was when our eyes locked and her smile froze that I felt it man, I felt our hearts connecting, how pathetic is that? It's true though. And then she smiled at me, a big, sincere, beautiful smile and I felt a blush creep into my traitor cheeks as I was forced to look away.

Who was this girl? But more important, whose was this girl. I acted it, but I wasn't stupid, she had to have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, either way, it was just a challenge I had to get through. It makes me sound like a prick that I had an obvious disregard for any relationships she might have, but you gotta understand, if you saw her, you would understand. She was my Christmas presents laid out before Christmas in plain view, she was eleven fifty five, the five minutes before I was eighteen. She was…everything good and everything I knew I'd never be.

"Powers!" Ray hissed punching me in my arm knocking me out of my day dream. "This is your stop."

I didn't acknowledge him, didn't acknowledge any of the staring faces, I just got off the bus and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, on breathing, on pretending I wasn't falling to pieces.

I made it home in one piece, well, to be specific, many pieces.

I didn't say hi to my mum who was home early, I ignored Tiff calling my name, I went into my room and I punched the first hole of many in my wall. A mark to remind myself of how much I hated myself, of how pathetic I was, of the biggest mistake I will ever make.

How long did I lie in my bed, staring at the empty walls, how long did I stay still, just my eyelids blinking when need be and my chest moving with my breath, how long?

It might have been years because I started to hallucinate, I could hear her voice in my head, but I knew she wasn't here.

"What's wrong baby?"

"You're not real, I'm just going crazy."

"Baby, you're such an idiot sometimes, but it's ok, if your going crazy I'll be your nurse."

"Shut up," I whispered, "Leave me alone."

"What for silly? It's just you and me right? Soul mates forever? No one can ruin what we have baby, I'm your girl for life."

"No," I moaned, rolling off the bed onto my knees.

"Are you ok?" I could feel something rub against my arm softly.

I didn't respond, if I didn't acknowledge it, she would just go away, I shut my eyes and then I saw her, beautiful, but bloody, holding her heart that was now in pieces out to me.

"I don't need it anymore," she told me in a whisper. "There's not much left of it to be useful anyway, here, take it, smoke it up if you want, maybe then I could come close to being what you need."

"SHUT UP!" I yelled as I snapped my eyes awake and found Tiff staring at me, the anger in her eyes quickly fading.

"Nick, what happened, are you ok?"

I slowed my breathing down as I realised it was just a nightmare, I nodded at my sister.

"No, I mean, are you really ok, you're crying."

I hadn't even realised there was a stream steadily flowing down my face, I brushed them away impatiently then looked up at my sister, crouching down to hug me.

"I think I did the wrong thing," I confided in her. "I think I fucked up."

Tiff gently patted my back. "So it's true. It wasn't just rumours I heard?"

"What rumours?" I asked.

Tiff sighed. "Alice saw Alexia running out of the school crying hysterically, she said she…fell over a few times, couldn't breathe, her tall blonde friend had to practically carry her…"

Why was she telling me this, was she trying to kill me? It couldn't be true, Alexia was the strongest person I knew, she didn't look upset at all after school.

I moved away from Alice's touch as I felt more tears fall down my face. "Yes, it's true," I rasped. "We're done."

Alice sighed. "Nick, you can fix this, call her."

"No," I yelled. "You don't understand."

"She will."

"It's better that she doesn't."

I could feel Alice rolling her eyes. "You are an idiot."

"So I've been told, now leave me alone."

Alice obeyed and shut the door quietly.

I lay on my bed, face down on the pillow which smelt like her and cried like I have never cried before. I don't know how long it lasted, might have been hours before I finally drifted to sleep, hoping I wouldn't have to wake up tomorrow.

The morning came, bright, sunny, birds chirping, the most depressing morning I could have woken up to.

"Pancakes honey?" my mum asks me in an overly bright tone.

I sigh, she already knew, pancakes were her solution to heart break. I wonder if she'd make enough for Alexia to have too?

Stop it, the voice tells me, this time cold. You need to stop referring everything to her.

But she is my everything.

Not anymore.

I swallow the lump in my throat again. "In a minute," I tell mum as I head out the back to my cubby house.

Ray is already waiting for me inside, high as a fucking kite. He passes me the home made bong. "Up for a session?"

I take the bong silently, lighting in then enhaling it, feeling the wonderful sensation on lightness fill my head first, then my body. I smile in triumph, tipping the water out clumsily and putting the bong in my bag. I was going to get through today, because I wasn't going to feel anything.

It was quiet when I got to school, or perhaps the humming in my head, some tune I couldn't quite place was blocking everything out.

I'm fine, I realise. I'm not so broken after all.

It's business as usual, six bongs before school starts under the underpass with the boys, then we all mosey on up, laughing at anything and everything so that our first class is bearable.

I feel content this morning, like a big weigh has been lifted off my shoulders. I knew I had done the right thing, I knew this would be the best thing.

For who?

I ignore the voice this time, maybe I was getting drug fucked, hearing voices and all, I pushed the thought aside and continued strolling towards my first class.

I can't see her anywhere, and this makes me even happier, maybe she's moved schools?

I'm euphoric as that thought hits me.
Then guilt quickly follows. Who the fuck have I become?
Again I push the thoughts about and allow the numbing sensation to take hold.

Gonna be a good day I tell myself. Gonna be a great one.

It's a boring day really, nothing of interest happens in the first hour, in fact, I manage to catch a couple Z's in Science. No one tries to wake me up, I'm already a drop kick to them.

Recess comes too slowly and I'm fucking starving, and aware, the hit is starting to wear off, I'm starting to feel the aching creep back in and anxiety floods me. I need to find Ray and have another session, I can't get through this day otherwise.

The bell goes and I all but run out of the room, leaving my books behind.

Fuck it, who needs an education anyway when you know you're never gonna get anywhere.

I can't find Ray in the canteen, so I go to look for him, in the courtyard, not there either, panic grips me. It's stupid I know, but I'm starting to feel again, I'm starting to die once more.

I suddenly hear him and I follow his voice.

"-And you know, just because you and Powers aren't together anymore, doesn't mean we're not friends."

I walk closer and I see Ray lean down to hug Alexia, but I can't see her properly from behind his tall frame.

"I am always here for you," he tells her, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks, so much," she tells him in a casual, emotion free voice.

He steps back and I see her for the first time.

She looks amazing, my breath catches at the very sight of her.

Her hair is curled loosely, hanging around her face perfectly, her make up is beautiful, light, but done to perfection, accentuating her eyes and lips.

She's wearing a purple top under her tight white one which shocks me, it's a colour I've never seen on her, I wonder if that's why she's wearing it.

Her jeans are dark, but faded, tight fitting, sexy.

She sees me at that moment and I plaster a smile on my face and start to jog past grabbing Ray.

"Hey Lexi," I call out in my best enthusiastic voice.

She turns to me and smiles, it's a real smile, no pain, but it's not her smile.

"Hey Powers," she replies and I flinch, she has never called me that.

"You coming?" I ask Ray, unable to keep the act up much longer.

He shakes his head and puts an arm around Alexia and smirks at me so she can't see.

"I thought I'd hang out here for awhile."

I'm stung, I'm pissed off, I'm seeing red, but ultimately, I'm helpless.

It's not my place to say who she can and can't hang around with, I can't get defensive, she's my ex girlfriend.

"Alright, well I'm gonna head off," was I speaking to myself or them?

Alexia just shrugs and starts to walk into the canteen completely disregarding my presence.

"Who the fuck is she?" I mutter aloud.

Elizabeth gives me a sharp look. "You created her," she whispers so only I can hear before following her bestfriend.

I feel my eyes grow hard, my lips purse and my fists clench. I've already started it, so I had to finish it. I can't be a pussy anymore, she seems fine without me so I'm gonna make sure there's no chance for her to want to come back.

I decide to make her hate me. Alice walks past me, I slap her arse and wink, pushing the disgust from my mind. She traces her arms down my chest then giggles and walks off.

It shouldn't be too hard.