-Bree's POV-

I was in the middle of choosing my attire for the night when the women's locker room door opened and none other than Haley walked through. I glanced up at her, rolled my eyes, and looked back at my clothing options. I could feel her stupid eyes on the back of my head.

"Do you have a problem?" I asked, turning to stare back at her.

Her eyebrows shot up, and she lowered her eyes instantly, "No.."

"God.." I mumbled, rolling my eyes again and looking away.

"Actually, Bree.." Haley said, "I have something I need to tell you."

I turned to her, still glaring, "What? You don't want me to talk to John anymore? I wouldn't be surprised."

"I'm not dating John." She said, frowning. "I've never dated John..we..we set it all up."

My lips parted immediately, my eyebrows raising without me even realizing it.

"What?" I whispered, surprised I could even speak.

"I'm sorry...I..I didn't want to do it, but he begged me..and he looked so sad...I just.." She sighed, "I'm really sorry.."

"Why would he pretend to date you? How was that supposed to affect me?" I asked, glaring again, watching Haley squirm.

"Maybe you should be hearing this from him.." She bit down on her lip.

"No, Haley. Tell me, now." I ordered sternly, narrowing my eyes and grabbing onto her wrist to keep her from leaving. Haley groaned, scrunching her eyebrows.

"Dammit..he's going to kill me.." She mumbled, but sighed anyways as she sat down on a bench slowly. "He wanted to make you feel like you were losing him to me...he wanted you to get jealous, I guess. He said you didn't appreciate his friendship enough. He said you always gave him mixed signals and he was tired of it. He said you'd expect it, it was part of the game.."

"The game?! The fucking game?!" I asked, raising my voice. "What game?? He hurts me, then I hurt him, then he hurts me and we just go back and forth until one of us fucking breaks?! That game?? This is bullshit! Why would he...how could he want to hurt me...I don't..I don't understand...why does he do this to me?" I blinked my tears back, turning away from her.

I've never felt so betrayed, so heartbroken over anything in my life. I wanted to die, then. I wanted to destroy the body I was trapped in, become what she was, no matter what it took. No matter how much mutilation or pain. I didn't want to be myself anymore...I wanted to be somebody else, anybody else. I couldn't handle this heartbreak.

"Bree.." Haley murmured, grabbing onto my hand gently, pulling me down next to her.

I didn't move away with a glare when she wrapped her arm around my shoulders.

"I'm a really good listener.." She whispered, "Just in case."

I blinked my tears back furiously, shaking my head, "There's just... something about him, something that makes me feel good, that makes me smile. It's just like this feeling I get whenever I talk to him. I just know that everything will be okay. He's something special. And I don't..I don't try to hurt him, Ley... I would never intentionally hurt anybody. And for him to honestly think that I hurt him on purpose and then hurt me back? That's just...cruel, and so fucking childish..."

"You're scared.." Ley whispered, "You're scared because you're finally realizing how much he means to you... I know. Everyone sees the way you two look at each other. You are his world, Bree.. you mean everything to him. This...this game, him hurting you, that's just him trying to stop his feelings for you from surfacing. And you...when you hurt him unintentionally, that's you trying to protect yourself from getting hurt. I wish you guys could see the way you are through somebody elses eyes... it would change your life."

And the tears came streaming down my face. "I'm scared.. that I'm just... that I'm wasting my time on someone who will n-never love me back..."

Haley pulled me into her harder, hugging me tight, "Shh, its okay...Bree...you're in love with him, aren't you?"

I sniffled, shrugging one shoulder, "He was never supposed to mean this much to me.."

She sighed heavily, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry we hurt you.."

"Its not your fault." I shook my head, wiping my tears. "Its his."

"What are you going to do?" She asked when I stood up, sniffling again.

I turned to look at her slowly, "I'm going to go end our fucking friendship."

"What? Bree - ..no..you can't.." Haley protested, standing up and grabbing my hand.

I yanked out of her grip, "Yes, I can. Its my turn to make him hurt.."

"Bree.."

"And I'm going to make it so painful, he's going to fall to his fucking knees and cry."

-John's POV-

"You what?!?"

"I'm sorry! I couldn't take it anymore..I had to tell her!!" Haley sighed.

"What did she say?! What did she do? Oh no...oh no.." I groaned, running my hands through my hair, pacing back and forth nervously. "I'm screwed..."

"She's really mad, John...she's really hurt.." She shook her head, "Just...be careful."

"Why?" I asked, my eyes wide. "What is she going to do??"

Haley sighed, "I don't know. But I'm sure whatever it is, its going to be very painful for you."

I sighed heavily, groaning again as I walked out of the women's locker room, heading down the hall quickly. I had to avoid Bree at all costs now, or find her immediately and talk her down.

But I didn't much time to decide, because I could hear someone stomping behind me, and I immediately knew it was her.

"JOHN!!" Bree yelled, and I turned around to wait for her to approach.

She looked angrier than I'd ever seen her, and the second she got to me, she slapped the spit out of my mouth. I held my cheek, turning to look at her, glaring.

"OUCH!" I snapped, still rubbing my cheek.

"Congratulations!!! You just got the new fucking high score for this sick, twisted fucking game we're playing and now that its my turn, I'm going to blow you the fuck out of the ballpark, John Cena!!" Bree yelled, unable to stop her tears.

"This is more than the fucking game, Bree!!" I yelled back immediately, my jaw clenched.

Her tiny hands turned to fists at her sides. "You're right!! This is about our fucking FEELINGS now!! Why the hell would you want to hurt me on purpose, John??! What did I ever fucking do to deserve this??!"

"YOU CONSTANTLY PLAY WITH MY EMOTIONS!!" I yelled, "You fucking act like you want me one day, and the fucking next you act like the thought of touching me is fucking repulsive!!!"

"YOU ACT THE SAME FUCKING WAY!!!" She shouted, trying not to break down into sobs. "Besides, what the fuck does it matter to you anyways?!?? You can't go a fucking day without making it clear to EVERYONE that you are NOT and will not EVER be in love with me!!! So who fucking cares? You don't love me, I don't fucking love you - so we can play with each others mother fucking emotions all we god damn want!!!!"

"I don't want to play with your emotions, but if I have to, I fucking will!! You don't know how much it hurt me when you said you regretted telling me you love me, Bree. You don't fucking say that to a person even if its true.." I said sternly, trying not to yell.

"I was drunk! I regret everything I do and say when I'm drunk!!" Bree snapped, glaring.

"You weren't drunk when you gave me a fucking blow job, but you regret that!!" I yelled, shaking my head. By now, people were stopping and staring, but neither of us cared any longer.

"I don't regret that..." Bree said sternly, wiping her cheeks. "If anything, I would have done more with you.." She inhaled shakily, "There's nothing I wouldn't do to please you.."

"You hurt me, Bree..." I shook my head, "You started the chain reaction."

"I didn't intentionally hurt you..." She shook her head, more tears spilling out from her eyes. "This entire time...I could yell at you, be mad at you, say mean things and take them back. Even pretend I hate you... but you've always known that nobody in the whole world cares about you more than me. You don't know how hard that was, to talk to you, to look at you...to even be in the same room with you when you chose someone else over me.."

"I didn't choose her over you.." I whispered, frowning deeply.

"You did." She nodded, "And it was all for some game we're playing...well, I don't want to fucking play anymore. I'm done with you. I can't handle this anymore...the way we play with each others fucking minds..its sick. I can't deal anymore."

I reached out for her. "Don't do this."

Bree shook her head, walking away from me, from us. "I'm done."