HANNAH'S POV
Today I got a text. It wasn't a good text. It was from my boyfriend, Tucker. Tucker is absolutely gorgeous! He has slightly shaggy blonde hair; he's kinda short, but he's taller than me; He has absolutely amazing abs; He is super nice, all of the time; he has the most beautiful emerald green eyes I have ever seen! Tucker is a great boyfriend. He would always remember my birthday, he would buy me nice gifts, He is funny too. He and my other friend, Emily, are pretty tight. Sometimes, I worry about my relationship with Tucker. That maybe Emily likes him and flirts with him a lot. Or, maybe that's just how she is. She might be the kind of girl who just flirts with any guys in view. What. A. Slut. Good thing she has a boyfriend. His name is Sean. I will be honest with you, I used to, and still kind of do, have a crush on him. He has always been so nice to me. He doesn't talk very much, but when he does, it makes me smile on the inside.
Ok. About the text. When I got back home from Callie's place, I heard a beep coming from my pocket. I pulled out my phone and started to bawl.
The text read: Hey, um, I think we should see other people. We could still be friends though? Right? K. Bye.
What. A. Dick! I cannot believe that any guy would actually have the balls to break up with a girl over text. Especially since we dated for two whole years! Ugh! No more guys for the rest of my life! EVER EVER NEVER!
Ok, enough with the screaming. I need to call Callie right now! No. She's at her coffee dtae... BECCA! I'll call Becca!
Becca arrived thirty minutes later. She walked in and gasped. "Hannah are you all right?" She found me laying on the couch regretting my life, curled up in a ball of blankets. I had tissues everywhere, my face was red and I looked ready to throw up. Becca ran into the kitchen and came back two minutes later with two tubs of ice cream, and two spoons. "Talk. Now"