BDisclaimer: I don't own JTHM. I own Amy, but that's no longer an issue. ^_^ (let's hope the bold type works!)

Here's chapter three. And yes, I missed having Devi in here so she's in this chapter. But will she be in any more of them? Maybe not. Ha, I am so cruel.

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Devi finished applying her eyeliner carefully (without stabbing herself in the eye. No Sammy Lite commercials for her, tee hee!) and left her apartment. She got into her car and pulled out into the street. She'd have to be home by ten. She'd decided to wing by and surprise Robbie. Robbie had been her boyfriend for three months now. Not many people knew about Robbie though. Tenna didn't even know she was going out with him. But of course she hadn't seen much of Tenna these days.

She pulled up outside of Robbie's house about fifteen minutes later. There was a light shining underneath the door. She got out of the car and went to the front door. She knocked loudly. A few seconds of silence followed. A woman stood in the doorway.

"Who're you?" Devi asked, looking at her strangely.

"Stacey. You know, Robbie's girlfriend?" the girl said. Devi was confused for a moment. And then she figured it out.

"Robbie you little shit!" Devi said in a gasp, glaring in shock at Robbie, who was sitting on the sofa in his half hiked down boxer shorts; it looked like Stacey had been in the process of pulling them off when Devi had knocked on the door. (I love the music video for 'Boys Of Summer' by the Attaris. It's awesome. I don't know why. And I don't know what me liking that music video has to do with the story, so let's move on, shall we?)

"Devi? What are you doing here? Look babe I can explain-"

"Explain THIS," Devi said, raising her middle finger at her and turning around. She stomped away from the house. She leaped into her car, shaking with sadness and fury. She drove away, allowing herself to cry a little but holding most of it in. "He doesn't deserve a woman to cry over him," Devi snarled.

She couldn't believe Robbie was cheating on her. He probably was the whole time. The whole thing made her feel heartbroken, angry, and helpless all at the same time. Devi could usually just get over her problems alone, but not this time.

"I need a drink," Devi moaned, pulling up to the nearest bar. She walked inside and sat down at the bar.

"What'll it be sweetheart?" asked the bartender.

"Gimme a shot of whatever you have that's strongest," Devi said miserably. The bartender slid the little shot glass over to her and she drank it. "Give me another one," Devi said.

She hid her still nearly present tears in her drinks.

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Much shortness, sorry. I'll update very soon, don't worry.