Chapter Three

For some reason, I knew exactly that he only asked me out because Lily said no to him, but I still went out with him. We were an awkward couple, and we only communicated over text. This was my first relationship, so I didn't care about that. I hadn't known anything else. The next few weeks were a blur. A fantasy to me. Then came Valentine's day ,and I went to the movies with him. This was about the first time we spoke face-to-face, and it was great. Even better, he paid for everything. During the movie, I was hoping for a kiss from him, but he only put his arm around me. I'm not going to go into details of the night, because it pains me to think about it. You'll find out why soon. After the movie, we hugged, and we said goodbye, but there was something odd about him. I shrugged off the feeling, and went home.

The next few days were snow days, but oddly enough, he wouldn't answer my texts. I just thought that he had lost his cell phone, so I wasn't worried. I found out from Facebook that he had gotten a buzz cut, which I was okay with, but I had rather he told me. Finally, school was back in session on Wednesday. I got a carnation from him through the school program, which reassured my worries about him. But oddly enough, he wouldn't talk to me. He walked away whenever I tried to say hello. It scared me.

After school, I went to rehearsal for the show I was in " Guys and Dolls". I decided to text Ben

" Hey, what's up?"

" Nothing much you?" I was relieved that he finally texted back for once.

" At rehearsal. Bored :P"

" That cool but French…I've been meaning to talk to you about something lately"

My heart sank. I knew what that meant. A tear fell from my eye as I realized that my first boyfriend, of one month, was breaking up with me. No I told myself. You're over reacting. So I just texted back and waited, praying that I was right.

" Yeah?" My heart pounded waiting for the reply. My hand felt sweaty and I was shaking from fear. Finally, I felt my cell vibrate, and I scrambled to open it to read the text.

The next thing I knew, my mascara was running everywhere, and my friend Beth and Trixie were comforting me backstage. Trixie had to run onstage because her scene was coming up. After that, she hadn't spoken to me ever again asking me if I was okay, if she should kill Ben, nothing. But I was used to her not caring about me, so I was okay. Beth was right there the entire time though. So was Ricky. Ricky was telling me that he hoped that Ben never ran into him, because he wouldn't see the light of day again. My friends by my side made the entire situation better, but I was troubled that Trixie wasn't there.