Pulling into the parking lot of Harmony High School, Theresa looked into her mirror to check her hair. Because being in a convertible with the wind blowing, she knew it probably looked a hot mess.

"Theresa, your hair looks fine," Theresa's best friend Whitney Russell said.

"You know Theresa, she thinks her most important feature is her hair," Her brother Miguel said.

Theresa playfully shoved her brother, "Get out, and go see Charity, lover boy."

He didn't need to hear her say it again, he was already on his way to see her.

Theresa and Whitney then looked at Miguel put his arm around Charity, kissed her, and then they walked inside.

"I envy them." Whitney said, as Theresa put the lid up, and they both got out of the car.

I do too. She thought, but she wasn't going to say it aloud, "They have a strong relationship. Not like some of these people around here."

As they walked into the building, Theresa went to go get some books out of her locker, and low and behold, who did she run into. Gwen and Ethan. Making out in front of her locker. And Even though Gwen's was right beside hers, they were still on her locker.

"Excuse me. Get a room." Theresa glared.

They just looked at her for a split second, and moved down a bit.

Theresa inhaled and exhaled deeply.

"Don't let them get to you, Theresa. Ethan is such a jerk, and Gwen is the biggest whore in the school."

She loved her best friend for always trying to make her feel better.

"Thanks, Whit. I just can't believe they go around and flaunt it in my face," She then closed her locker, "And the worst thing about it is, I care. I care and it kills me, because I shouldn't care about them, about what they do."

"That's right you shouldn't. They're not worth your time."

Theresa smiled lightly, and then the bell rang.

"Well, I'll see you in Calculus," Whitney said, "And Theresa, try and have a good day." she smiled.

"You to Whit."

And then they left in opposite directions.

Theresa's first class was Economics. Even though she didn't have Whitney to keep her company, she at least had Fox.

Who, now, seemed to have Kay.

When she walked in, he was now sitting on the other side of the room by Kay. He must have had his seat changed to sit by her.

It didn't bother her. No. Not one bit.

"Okay students, We have a new student among us." The teacher, Mrs. Reynolds, said, as she walked into the classroom.

"Kay Bennett, stand up please."

Kay stood up, and told us a little about herself and then sat down.

Then Mrs. Reynolds began talking, "Okay guys, I know you all are seniors and you're going to be graduating in a month and a half, so for your final project, I want you all to come up with what you have learned throughout your life to now. If you are a different person from when you were in middle school and the beginning of high school, tell us what's changed. Tell us your hopes and dreams for after high school, etc. And all of this will be due the last week of school, and you will present it to the class."

Some people groaned in frustration and in protest.

"But today, all of you are to get in partners, and present to the class something nice about the other. And you all get to pick your partners."

Great, just great.

The only person she wanted to partner up with was Fox, but he was obviously taken. And everyone else was already partnered up, except…

Oh No. Ethan.

Crap.

Theresa was mad.

"Hey partner," Ethan said, sitting down next to her.

Ugghhh, this is going to be a long class period.

But as soon as it was all over Theresa rushed out of class, to go find Whitney before their calculus class.

They went into the bathroom.

Theresa made sure no one was in there before she began crying out.

"Theresa, Honey…"

"Whit, I don't know what's wrong with me. Why am I crying? I shouldn't be crying!" she wailed.

Whitney then wrapped her in a hug, "Its okay, sweetie."

"Its not, I had to partner with Ethan today, and Fox is ignoring me."

"Wait, Fox, ignore you, not possible."

"I was in class today, and he didn't even say hi to me or anything."

Whitney was worried for her best friend, because Theresa rarely cried. Come to mention it, She hadn't recalled Theresa crying over Ethan and they were going out for two years and they just broke up a week ago.

"Honey, you haven't cried over the break up, have you?."

"And I shouldn't," she cried, "I shouldn't cry…he cheated on me, and he's flaunting it in my face."

She began crying harder than before, "Whitney make it stop, please make it stop…make me stop crying."

After about five more minutes, Theresa calmed down, and tried to shake off all of the emotions that were overwhelming her.

"I'm just so stressed and tired…"

"Maybe I should take you home." Whitney offered.

"No, you know if you miss class, Coach Russell will kill you," a light smile formed on her face.

Whitney chuckled, "You're right."

"I can make it through the rest of the day." she said wiping her eyes.

"Are you sure, Theresa."

"Positive. I'll meet you in class."

Whitney gave her another hug, and then left to class, that she was already late too. But that didn't matter, she would always try to help out a friend in need. Who cares that you are a little late to class.

Theresa looked into the mirror, and no one would miss her tear stained face, if she didn't freshen up. Which was exactly what she began to do.

Never cry like that again. She told herself. But she felt that she would probably do it again, and soon. All of these overwhelming emotions were coming to her like a rush.

And it was hard to control.

It wasn't just Ethan and Gwen. It was also her never getting that much sleep like she wanted too, working long shifts at the Book Café; hell the only time she didn't work was Sunday, but still the long hours during the week was excruciating. And now every time she thought of Fox with another woman, she began to get upset. Why? There was no reason for her to be, I mean Fox and her have been friends since they were kids, and whatever feelings she was developing needed to stop, now.

Right now. She told herself.

She then grabbed the bottle of prescription pills for her mom from her purse, and took five of them, with sink water.

She needed to relax.

Really relax.

After straightening up a little more, she walked out.