Zoey P.O.V.
Macy and I were sitting in my room doing our homework. I was sitting at my white desk working on my Spanish homework and she was laying on my bed working on her biology homework.
"Hey, what does 'Tuve el mejor tiempo la semana pasada' mean in English?" I asked Macy because she was always better at Spanish than I ever was. I think it helps that her step dad is Hispanic. Macy put down her pencil while she thought about it. A minute later, she answered my question.
"I believe it is 'I had the best time last week'," Macy translated as she picked up her pencil to continue working on her own homework.
"Yeah, thanks," I thanked my best friend as I filled in the answer. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. "Who could that be? Are you expecting anyone?"
"No. I'm not. Are you?" Macy asked as we both set our pencils down.
"I'm not expecting anyone. Maybe my dad ordered a package earlier. It's probably just the mail man," I said as we headed out of my room and down the wooden staircase. Whoever was at the door didn't stop knocking, and it was annoying me greatly. "I'm coming!" I reached the front door and looked through the peep hole. "Oh my gooseberry!"
"Gooseberry? Seriously, Zoey? Who are you?" Macy laughed at me. I looked back at her, smiled, and shrugged. "What is so gooseberry anyway?" She continued to laugh while I opened the door. She silently gasped upon seeing who was now standing in front of us. "Oh my gooseberry." It was Lindsay Walker. Lindsay Walker was an old friend of ours, but we lost contact our freshman year. Ever since then, I think she grew a little jealous of how close, and I guess popular, Macy and I had become. "Hey, Lindsay!" Macy said uneasily as she backed up the stairs.
"Hey, Macy. Zoey, can we talk?" Lindsay asked tentatively. I looked at my best friend and silently begged her not to go. She shook her head slightly before running up the stairs.
"Hey, Lindsay. Of course we can talk," I said as I led her to the family room. We sat down on the couch before continuing our conversation. "What did you want to talk about?" I leaned back on the couch and wondered why Lindsey Walker had come to my house to see me.
"I have a confession to make," Lindsay said as she wrung her hands. She looked extremely nervous.
"What is it?" I sat up straight. I was starting to get a little worried. Lindsay was hardly ever this serious. She actually started to cry a bit.
"It happened at lunch today. Zoey, I'm so sorry," Lindsay said in between sobs. I quickly got up from the couch and retrieved a tissue box. I handed it to her before sitting back down.
"What happened at lunch? Why are you sorry?" I quizzed Lindsay. I was really worried now. Lindsay didn't answer. She sat next to me crying and using the tissues to wipe away her tears. "Lindsay, please tell me what's going on." I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently shook her until she looked at me.
"Okay, I'll tell you. Please don't be upset with me!" Lindsay begged as she used her last tissue. "Brett was upset that you ditched him at lunch. So, he asked me for a little help." She started to cry again. I got up and got a new box of tissues. Before I sat down, I gathered up all of the used tissues and threw them out.
"What kind of help did he ask for?" I sat down on the couch once more. She looked at me with sad and puffy eyes. Her cheeks were stained with tears. "Lindsay?" I was growing tired of this.
"He asked me to help him with something at his locker. When we got there he pushed me up against the lockers and kissed me. At first I didn't do anything, but after a moment I pushed him away. He got angry, so I ran away. I've been feeling so guilty since then. I just had to come and tell you," Lindsay confessed as she covered her face with her hands. I was shocked. That wasn't what I was expecting to hear.
"What?" I didn't want to believe it. Yeah, I wanted to break up with Brett, but I never thought it would be because he cheated on me! I have to talk to him. "Okay. Um, you go upstairs and just chill out. Macy is up there already." I helped Lindsay off the couch and we headed towards the base of the stairs. "It's the door at the end of the hall." Lindsay thanked me before heading up the stairs to meet Macy in my room. Brett lived a few minutes away from my house, so I grabbed my purple leather jacket and left.
Once I reached Brett's house, I was extremely nervous. I had thought a lot about what I was going to say on the way over, but I wasn't 100% positive. I knocked on the front door, hesitantly. The door opened and Brett's older brother, Trent, was now standing in front of me.
"What do you want, ballerina?" Trent asked while I walked inside. I rolled by eyes. Trent was the biggest doofus and bully I had ever met. And as it turns out, his younger brother was no different. He has been calling me ballerina since I started dating Brett. I met them at one of my ballet recitals. They were there for their sister.
"Hey, Trent," I said dully. I just wanted to get this meeting out of the way. "Is Brett here? I need to talk to him." Trent walked into the next room. He sat down on the couch and continued to watch a football game.
"Brett isn't here. He went out earlier, but he should be back soon. You're welcome to wait around for him, ballerina," Trent said as he grabbed a big bowl of popcorn from off of the coffee table.
"You know that's not offensive, right?" I asked him while I looked at all of the pictures in the room. I smiled as my eyes landed on a picture of me and Brett when we first started dating. My smile grew slightly as I recalled the memory. The beginning of our relationship was the happiest part of it.
"You know I don't care, right?" Trent countered as he shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
I don't know how long I was looking at the picture, but when I snapped back to reality, Brett was standing behind me.
"I remember that day like it was yesterday," Brett said longingly as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I squirmed out of his grasp before crossing my own arms.
"Well, it wasn't yesterday. It was two years ago," I replied angrily.
"What's wrong, Zoey?" He asked me while pretending to be innocent.
"I need to talk to you. In private. It's important," I was fed up with waiting. I grabbed his arm and dragged him to his room. I shut the door behind me and sat on his bed.
"Okay. What is so important?" Brett asked a little more seriously.
"I want to break up with you," I stated while he looked a little surprised. "Don't look so surprised, Brett. You know what you did!"
"What did I do?" Brett asked. He was still acting like he was innocent. Like he hadn't done anything wrong. It was frustrating.
"You know exactly what you did! And you're little kissing buddy isn't so great at keeping secrets," I informed as a couple angry tears escaped from my eyes. Brett looked extremely angry himself when I mentioned this. I backed away a little bit. I was kind of afraid of what he was going to do next.
"I knew she wouldn't be able to keep quiet!" He muttered angrily to himself.
"So you admit it? You did kiss her!" I yelled as I pointed an accusing finger at him. He angrily threw some pillows on the floor.
"Fine! Okay, I kissed her," Brett admitted. "But it was only because you went off with that Chase guy!"
"I went the media center to work on a chemistry project with my partner who happened to be a guy! There is no way you are going to pin this on me!" I yelled defensively at him.
"Will you two just shut up?! I'm trying to watch the game!" Trent yelled at us from the family room. I rolled my eyes. They are just a couple of jerks.
"We are breaking up, and that is the end of it," I said while I tried to calm down. I got up off the bed and headed towards the door. I was about to walk out when Brett decided to say something.
"Fine, but you will regret your decision. You'll see," Brett informed as he sat on his bed. I highly doubted that I would ever regret this decision, but I didn't say anything else. I left Brett sitting alone in his room and walked back home.