~*Guys POV*~



I can't believe you actually just said those words to me. I can't get the image out of my mind now of you in his arms. The worst thing is I have guys not one but two guys not to trust now. Two guys that I would've trusted my life too yesterday, now I know I couldn't even trust my girl with at least one of them. Why won't you just tell me who it was? It would ease my mind in some small degree, you owe me that much. Then there would be one less person for me to despise, leaving just you and traitor. How could you do it? Was I that bad of a boyfriend that you had to replace me? Did I ever do anything that let you down? I never meant to if I did. I always thought your lips had only been against mine, my kisses were the only one you've ever tasted. Now I know your lips had been pressed to mine after they touched him. It's driving me mad. The Cowboy and the Latin lover both just passed me in the hall, both waved and said "How ya doin' Guy?" One of them knows the answer I gave of "Fine." was a lie. One of them knows if I knew it was him that did this to us I'd never forgive him. My birthdays next week, how am I gonna explain to my mom how you, 22 and 7 weren't invited? I could tell her, you cheated on me with one of them and don't have the common courtesy to tell me which, therefore I had to leave all three of you off the guest list. But I'm sure you don't want me to do that. Maybe I can let you come and explain it to her, I bet she'd love to hear from your mouth how you ripped out her sons heart. I've gotta ask you, was it worth it? Was being with him that great, laying in his bed that special? I've been wracking my brain to think of something I could've done to stop this, to keep your love for only me. I heard you screaming as I walked out of your room that you were sorry. But it's too little too late. You begged me not to cry, said you've never seen me cry. You were right you never have, but there's a first time for everything. I'd never looked at you as a whore before either, like I said there's a first time of everything. My dorm room phone is ringing, I can hear it on the other side of the door. Charlie just picked it up and said "No Connie, Guy's not here." I could've opened the door that second and had time to get to the phone before you hung up. I don't want to, I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to see you but most of all I don't want to think of you. Sadly that's all I can do.