Jasmine Hastings was laying on her bed looking at a picture of her and Duke. They looked so happy in the picture but Present Day Jazz and Duke were so upset. She wiped her eyes, it was clear she had been crying.

Someone stood in the doorway. She didn't look up at her guest, just growled, "Go away..."

"We need to talk..." Duke muttered softly, leaning against the doorframe, unable to look at her.

She looked at him, "Now you wanna talk?" She shook her head, unbelieveable.

"Not really, but we need to."

Jazz sighed, and folded her arms, "What do you want to talk about?"

"I...We've been best friends since forever, Jazzy...I don't want to lose you."

She laughed slightly at her childhood nickname then sighed, "...Maybe we're better as friends..."

"B-better? ...Jazz, no! We just need to work on things." Duke felt the stabbing pain in his chest twist agonizingly, and the knot in his stomach hardened.

She stood, "Duke what's the point?" Her voice cracked, it was killing her to say this, "We argue all the time anyways."

"I-I...we can work through it. We can fix things."

"Duke...I don't know. It just doesn't seem like a good idea. We should just go back to being friends now before its too late." This was the worst breakup ever.

The blonde fought back tears as he slowly walked backwards through the door, "Maybe it's already too late..."

Jazz didn't look at him. She waited until she thought he was out of earshot before falling back on her bed and sobbing. She knew she was doing the right thing by letting him go but it still hurt like Hades.