Chapter 2
Early 2006
Jeff was always a jerk. Everyone knew him. He was the king of the school. I hated him more once he started dating Emily. In a couple of months I rarely ever saw Emily. She was always at parties with Jeff. I just wanted my friend back. I felt jealous whenever I saw them pass by me. Their relationship didn't last long, however.
Eventually, he started to treat her like he treated everyone else. Horribly. She came to my house one day telling me how he was.
"He wants me to start drinking Kyle what do I do?" she said to me
"Honestly Emily, I never understood why you dated him in the first place" I replied.
"Well, I couldn't have just turned him down," she said with an angry tone.
"Emily just break up with him" I replied keeping my tone down. "You're clearly not enjoying the relationship so just end it."
"How would you suppose I do that?" she said while standing up. I could tell she was getting angry. "Besides I have to break up with him anyway," she said. "I'm moving to California in a couple of months."
"What! Why am I just hearing about this now Emily?" I stood up.
"Wouldn't you think I would like to know!" I yelled. A surge of guilt and hurt filled my chest.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner I just thought it would be worse if I told you," she said clearly hurt.
"It's okay Emily I just-" I said.
She began to cry. I hated it when Emily cried because she rarely ever did. She was always the happiest person I knew. I walked up to her and hugged her. She hugged me back.
"I'm just so sorry Kyle"
Early 2006
After Emily and Jeff had broken up life got a little more joyful. We reconnected and became closer again. We started to do the things we used to do. We went to get ice cream every Sunday.
"Kyle stop!" she said while giggling and laughing. I had just put my ice cream on her face. The melting ice cream was dripping down the sides of her cheeks. I couldn't help myself but laugh. We were finally getting back to what we were, best friends, but. It wouldn't last for much longer. Emily had her flight in a month. I had to make the most of the time we had left.
I have to.