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"No matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes to heal, you'll never get through it without your friends."

I knew I looked like shit when I got back home. Once I had cried myself dry, I picked myself off the ground and walked home like nothing happened. I had a major headache from the sob session and was in a terrible mood. The only thing that made my mood worse was seeing who was waiting for me on my porch.

"What are you doing here?" I growled at him. He looked at me apologetically.

"I think we need to talk," he said. "I need to apologize."

"Save it," I hissed. "I don't want your stupid apology. It won't change anything. Apologies never change anything."

"Leah, I messed up okay," he said. "I keep messing up."

"Yeah you do and I am fucking sick of it!"

"Leah, I love you," he told me. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to drown out his voice.

"No you don't," I said. "Don't lie to me anymore."

"I am not lying," he said, taking my hands. "I can prove it."

"How?" I asked.

"Marry me," he said hopefully. "Just like we always planned."

"WHAT?" I shouted at him. "Are you fucking insane?"

"Lee-Lee, we always talked about getting married. Now seems like the right time. I don't want anyone but you," he said.

"You have a great way of showing that, Sam," I said, yanking my hands from his grasp.

"I am sorry I didn't pay much attention to you at dinner with Jared and Kim," he said. "I promise to make it up to you."

"You really think this is about dinner?" I snapped at him.

"Wha- what is going on?" he asked confused.

"What is going on?" I repeated, my voice getting louder after every word. "What is going on? I don't know, how about we start at how you have been cheating on me for the last five months. Or about how I HATE to even look at you. Or better yet, Sam, how about we start at how I've fallen in love with someone else and you haven't even noticed!"

After the words left my mouth, something clicked inside of me. All the ropes holding me down snapped and I was finally free. I looked at Sam and no longer felt the need to hang on to him. The fear of my life without him evaporated and was replaced by a new hope. I knew I would be okay.

"Leah, what are you saying?" he asked.

"It's over, you piece of shit, donkey licking, cock-sucking, cheating son of a bitch!" I yelled at him.

"Leah," he started, fear in his voice.

"No, you shut the fuck up! I am tired of you acting like you own me," I screamed at him. "I don't need you Uley. I might be a screwed up bitch, but I can do better than you. Get the fuck out of my face and stay the hell away from me."

"No! I am not losing you," he growled before he grabbed my arm roughly, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. In an instant I drew back my other hand and punched him square in the nose, resulting in a loud snapping noise. He released me at once and cupped his nose. I was satisfied to see blood seeping through his fingers.

"Don't you dare touch me again," I growled at him. "Get off my property."

"I deserved this, Lee-Lee," Sam said, his voice muffled by his hands. "When whoever it is you think you love is done with you, remember I will be here, waiting."

I ignored him and slammed the door shut, locking it. I let out a huge breath. I had done it finally. It felt like a huge weight was lifted off my chest. I was free. I felt tears of relief falling from my eyes.

"Leah?" my mom asked, hurrying into the living room. "Is everything okay? I heard shouting." My mom took one look at me and knew immediately something happened. "Oh honey," she said rushing over to me and wrapped her arms around me. "Its okay, you two just had another fight, he will be back."

I knew my mom hated Sam so her words caused me to begin laughing.

"Leah," my mom asked. "Honey are you…okay?"

"Yeah," I choked out between laughs and sobs. "Its done, finally, its done."

"What are you saying?" she asked me.

"Sam, mom," I smiled at her. "Its over."

"Oh thank God," she shouted and wrapped me into a crushing hug. "I knew, I just knew you would come to your senses! Leah I am so proud of you. Oh we need to celebrate." She pulled away from me and began scurrying around the house. "I am going to make your favorite, lasagna. And we are going to invite everyone over. Oh I need to get to the store. Lets see I need sodas, napkins, plates, utensils, what do you say to a pinata?"

"Mom!" I whined.

"Okay, okay too much. Oh Leah," she hugged me again. "Okay call whoever you want to invite, invite the whole damn neighborhood I am just so happy. I am going to run to the store, but I will be right back. Do not change your mind, you got that?"

"I got it mom," I laughed at her.

"Okay, I will be right back," with that she ran out of the house, shutting the door behind her. Seconds later she came back inside. "I need my purse and my keys," she smiled. She hurried and grabbed her purse and the keys off the counter. "Okay I will be right back!"

"You said that already," I said.

"Leah, this is really great," she told me. "I have never been more proud of you." With that she ran out the door and moments later I heard her car start.

"Well she took it well," I said to myself. I suddenly noticed my now empty house. Feeling of loneliness crept up on me again. "No, Clearwater, you can handle this." I said to myself. "Thanks Daddy," I said to the empty room. "I knew you'd be there for me."

When my mom said she to invite the whole neighborhood I didn't think she actually meant the entire neighborhood. But they were, crowding my house and back yard, chomping on the hundreds of hotdogs and hamburgers my mom purchased all wondering what the occasion was. My mom was chatting happily with whoever would listen. It was scary how happy she was.

I sat down on a chair and began picking at my hamburger. I eyed the "He's Finally Gone" cake next to me, which had a picture of Sam on it with a huge X through his face. It matched Sam-look-a-like pinata my mom had found as well.

"So what's the great occasion?" I looked up to see Paul taking a seat next to me. Raising an eyebrow at the cake. "I ran into your mom at the market and she pretty much forced me to come tonight. Said to invite all my friends. So why is she so happy?"

"I dumped Sam," I said flatly. Paul let out a loud laugh.

"Seriously?"

"Yep."

"Dude, your mom is awesome. I wish my mom threw me a party every time I dumped a girl," Paul said.

"Maybe she does," I said. "Its not her fault all the girls dump you first."

"You're hilarious," Paul said. "But really I am proud of you. Sam was a dickhead."

"You were his best friend," I pointed out.

"Key word: was," Paul said, taking a sip from his drink.

"What happened with you two anyways?" I asked.

"Promise you won't get mad?" Paul asked, in a serious tone.

"No, but tell me anyways."

"I didn't like how he was treating you," he said. "I confronted him about it once and he blew up on me and said to mind his own business and stay away from you."

"So you knew he was cheating on me," I asked angrily. "And you never told me?"

"Come on, Lee," he said. "Its not like you didn't know. Everyone on the res knew."

"Still it would have been nice for someone to come clean about it," I mumbled.

"Someone did," he smiled. I looked at him with surprise. "What? You think I didn't know about you and Jake? Jake is my boy. He told me about the fight you two had. I don't know why but he actually likes you. Doesn't see you as the moody, bossy, bitch you are."

"He just wants what he can't have," I said.

"I knew you were always a negative Nancy but damn, Clearwater, you have gotten worse. Jake isn't like that," Paul said.

"Whatever," I sighed. "I just got out of a relationship the last thing I need is to start another one."

"That is understandable," Paul agreed. He looked straight ahead and his eyes widened. "Wow."

"What?" I asked, turning my head to see what he was looking at. "Oh. My. God. Is that-?"

"Oh yeah," he said, the rude, sarcastic Paul was back.

"My mom?" I asked horrified. "Is she dancing with-with Collin? EW!" My mom was literally freak dancing with Collin, my brother's friend. "Its that illegal?!"

"Collin is eighteen," Paul laughed. "Besides he looks like he is enjoying himself."

"LEAH!" I looked up to see a horrified Seth walking towards me. "Please explain to me why our mother is FREAK DANCING with my friend like it's a damn MTV video?!"

"Go get your friend!" I shouted at him over the music that suddenly got louder and was now blasting some rap song about getting lucky in the club.

"Do something!" Seth shouted back.

"Me? Why me? I'm not getting in the middle of that!"

"This is your party!" Seth whined. We turned to see my mom now dancing with three guys, all Seth's friends.

"AHHH!" Seth and I shouted, covering our eyes.

"I am so out of here!" I yelled and I quickly went back inside, slamming the sliding door shut to drown out the sound of the music. I could now hear whoo's and damn's coming from the crowd.

I went into the kitchen and began devouring the chips in the chip bowl hoping it could erase the picture of my mom grinding on Collin.

"Your missing the show," Jacob said, entering the kitchen and leaning on the wall across from me.

"I am okay with that," I said, stuffing more chips into my already full mouth.

"She is pretty wasted," Jacob said. "What's the occasion?" I swallowed the chips loudly and cleared my throat.

"I dumped Sam," I said. I expected a surprised remark from Jacob.

"That's the reason she has been taking shots for the last hour?" he laughed.

"I am never going to live this down," I said, burying my head in my knees. "Mind finding some tequila shots for me. I am the one who should be excited."

"I am happy for you, Lee," Jacob said. "And I'm sor-"

"Stop! Just stop. Can we just forget about that whole situation. Just forget all of it."

"All of it?" he asked, I saw his expression drop.

"Yeah," I forced myself to say. "All of it."

"Okay," he smiled at me sadly. "It's forgotten."

"Thanks, Jake," I said.

"So San Diego," he said, after a few minutes of silence. "You in?"

I looked outside to my mom who was sitting on top of Brady's shoulders, cheering with a bottle of tequila in one hand and someone's shirt in the other.

"Oh yeah," I said. "I am so in."