Basketball week: The week us girlfriends dread; the week where every guy, no matter if they're on the basketball team or not, becomes obsessed with the sport; the week where the basketball team schedules practice after practice so that we can leave the court on Friday victorious. The week girls want nothing to do with.

This is the reason that me and Marley are in my room completely furious. It's not the fact that our boyfriends cancelled the date. It's whythe cancelled it. We were all supposed to go to Esperanto's, the Italian restaurant down the street. It was supposed to be their way of making up for the fact that they're unable to see us. But here we are, sitting on my bed sulking.

"I'm going to call him." Marley finally said after minutes of staring at the walls of my room wishing that they were Ryder and Jake just so we could punch them.

"Mar, why?" I asked. I didn't want her to put under his spell again. This happens every year and every year they get away with not being with us. But they don't ditch us every year for this.

"Just shush." She said as she dialed his number and put the phone to her ear. "Ryder! We need to talk" Pause. "I really don't give a shit."

Following her example I dialed my own boyfriend's number, hoping that he would pick up like Ryder did.

"Hey Kitty. What's up?"

"What's up?What's up? I'll tell you what's up! You cancelled a date for a party!A party in which I wasn't invited!"

"It's just a small get together. It's practically only the basketball team."

"Oh really? Then why can't Marley and I come?"

Pause. "It's uh… it's team bonding. You shouldn't interfere."

"JAKE! Do you even hear yourself?"

"Well, it's hard to considering you're yelling!"

"Screw you." And with that I hung up. The nerve of some people! I turned to see how Marley was doing in her conversation.

"It's a PARTY! It's not like you're practicing... Yeah well I'm done. Goodbye Ryder." She turned to me with tears in her eyes. "They blew us off for a party..." she finished weakly.

"Hey, hey. It's ok." I said as I pulled her into a hug. "We don't need boys. They're stupid." She giggled at my logic and then turned to the TV.

"Let's watch a movie." She suggested and stood up to go over to my shelves to look for a movie to put on. I followed and sat down next to her.

"Last Song?"

"No. We watched it too many times."

"What about 27 Dresses? We haven't seen that in a while." I suggested once more.

"Ok. 27 Dresses it is." She smiled as she picked up the case and walked to the TV. Suddenly a familiar ringtone came on and I sighed. Here it comes I thought.

"Should I answer?"

"Why would you?"

"I could tell him off again."

"No, just let him suffer."

"I don't want him to suffer."

"Marley, Don't. No." I sighed as she picked up her cell phone and pressed the green button. "At least put it on speaker so I can hear you tell him off."

"What could you possibly want Ryder?" I smiled as I heard the angry words come out of her mouth. Maybe she could be strong.

"Listen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be at this party when I already made plans with you."

"Well, what are you going to do about it?" She challenged.

"I'm on my way to your house now. I'll pick you up and we could go to a movie or something. What do you say?"

"Fine. But I'm not at my house. I'm at Kitty's."

"Oh. Ok then. I'll just turn around. I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Ok. See you then." I watched as my friend made separate plans excluding me. To my surprise, I wasn't really angry with her. I was angry with him. He's perfect and isn't mine. He loves someone else, who isn't me. He chose her.

When they left I went over to my own phone hoping that I had a missed call, hoping that my own boyfriend could in fact be as great as Ryder; hoping for something that could never possibly come true because he didn't care. He didn't care enough to call back and he certainly didn't care enough to answer my calls when I tried to call back.

I want a guy who calls back when you hang up on him.