Selena's P.O.V.

I managed to cry myself to sleep last night, leaving me with puffy, swollen, red eyes. "Ugh…" I groaned. Today I was supposed to go shopping with Demi, but I can't go out looking like this. I ran to the bathroom and washed my face over and over again, and I still looked like crap. The doorbell rang. "That should be Demi," I shouted to my parents, "I'm still getting ready, so tell her to wait right there."

"Too late," I whirled around to see Demi looking at me with a smirk on your face, "my goodness," she continued, "you look like crap." I scowled and her face became concerned, "What's wrong? You look like you've been crying."

"I have," I answered, "thanks to Nick."

"Oh no," she groaned, "don't tell me you guys got into a fight." I rolled my eyes. "What was the fight about?"

I grit my teeth, "Miley."

"Oh," she answered, surprised by my answer.

"We were supposed to go on a date last night, but he showed up all depressed. I asked him what was wrong and he said he was sad because Miley told him she hated him. Then, I asked what was so special about her and he started saying that there was nothing special about her. But the entire time, he had a smile on his face, like he was still in love with her."I griped on, slumping down on my bed, "What's so great about her? She's a slut anyways."

Her light tone was gone from her voice, "She is not."

"Yes she is," I blew my hair out of my eyes, "she's going out with an underwear model, she had that huge vanity fair picture scandal and much more. She's also always got a bitchy attitude. I mean, what did I do to her? She's always been so mean to me even though I didn't do anything."
"You were mean to her."

"Yeah, well she started it."
"You're starting to sound like a kindergartener."

"But it's true. I never did anything to her."
"What do you mean you never did anything to her?" she cried.

"I mean, I didn't do anything. Gosh! It's not that hard to get."

She sighed, exasperated. "You took her boyfriend from her, remember?"

"I didn't take him from her, he broke up with her. He was a free man," I defended.

"Don't you get it?" she asked.

"Get what?"

"You guys used to be best friends. You said you supported her going out with nick. But the minute they broke up, you started after him. Is anything wrong with that picture?"

"No," I shrugged.

She gave me a look that said, "You're helpless," before continuing her explanation. "Let me put it this way for you, Selena. Imagine Nick told you he loved you, gave you his dog tag and told you he would love you forever and always, but then breaks up with you a week later. How would you feel?"

"Depressed," I answered feeling more depressed just imagining it.

"Now to top that, three days after ya'll break up. I start going out with him, even though you're my best friend and I know that you're still hurting."

"That would never happen," I stated.

"Just think about it." Then she got up and left.

I fell back on my bed and began to think about all she had said. How did that have anything to do with Miley? I rolled over and fell asleep. In my dream, I was taking a trip down memory lane, and soon I realized. I woke up, my eyes wide open. I covered my mouth, whispering to myself. "What have I done, what have I done?" I bolted up and grabbed my phone and searched through my contact list then hit talk. A sleepy voice answered, "Hello?"

"Miley? It's Selena. We need to talk."

A/N: Oooh, what could they possibly need to talk about? Hahaha, I'm sure you guys already know though. Let me know what you think