Julie

"Connie," I said as I opened the door to my room, "are you ok?"

My friend was curled up on my bed, tears streaming down her face. The sight broke my heart. I came over and sat down next to her on the bed. I started gently feeling her hair.

"Con, what's wrong?" I asked her in a soothing voice.

"Jules, it's…it's…it's Guy," Connie choked out, "He's been seeing another girl at KU."

"What? How did you find this out?" I asked, shocked beyond all belief. Guy and Connie had their mini break ups a lot in high school, but since college, they had been very stable. They seemed very much in love.

"Luke, do you remember him? He came up with Guy during one of their breaks last year," I nod that I remember him and Connie continues, "Well, we are facebook friends and I posted some pictures from Christmas break of Guy and me so you know, he saw that, and he called me. Apparently, Guy told everyone down there that we had broken up over the summer and now he is seeing this girl named Claire McCoy. They are even official on facebook."

"But, Guy doesn't have facebook," I said, confused by that detail.

"Apparently he does, but he never told any of us and made himself super private. Luke gave me his name and password and had me log in and see it for myself," Connie replies as tears erupt. She then starts pointing at my computer, "it's still up on your computer."

I nod and get up to see. There it was, Guy's facebook page. It confirmed everything that Luke had told Connie. To add insult to injury, the girl was knock out pretty and was in Guy's profile picture, his arms wrapped around her.

"Connie, I'm so sorry," I said, coming back to the bed and pulling her into a hug, "You don't deserve that. That is so low of him."

Connie didn't say anything back; she just continued to cry into my shoulder. I could kill Guy. That was so unexpected and shocking that part of me didn't believe it, but the evidence was there. He was scum.

"Did you call Guy?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she replied, pulling away from me slightly, tears still running down her cheeks, "He told me that he didn't plan for me to find out like that, but that he loved Claire. He also said that he didn't want to hurt me and that he tried to break up with me over the summer, but that every time we were together, he couldn't do it."

"Connie, that is the lamest excuse ever," I said, becoming angrier with each minute.

Connie just nodded in agreement.

"Well, you know what, you are not going to let him take away from tonight," I said, standing up and pulling her off the bed with me, "You are going to put on some make up and you are going to have fun. He is not worth these tears. He is a douche bag."

With that, I drug Connie in my bathroom to touch up her make up.