In my bed of pain
11:37 AM
Well, this is it. My life is over. If Jas finds out about this, she will bludgeon me to death. With a stick.
3 minutes later
Phone rang. If it's Tom trying to explain himself, I'll have a nervy spaz.
At the phone
"Hello, this is the receptionist for your local freak show speaking, how may I help you?"
"Georgia, the worst p-possible thing that could possibly ever possibly h-h-happen has happened!"
Ohhhhh no. It was Jas, she had Ellen syndrome, and she was blubbing.
"Tom has, he, it, he has, I don't know, know why, he, he…"
Sob, sniffle, gulp, hiccup.
"D-dumped me!"
Oh god. I was deader than a dead weasel on dead pills. Possibly even deader.
"Oh my god, Jas, did he say why?"
"N-no, he said, he said, he said, that he, said, that he, said. What do y-you think?"
"Er, no, that definitely wasn't clear of him."
"No, h-he wasn't. I d-don't even know what I, I did wr-wr-wrooooong!"
Then she burst into uncontrollable sobs.
Half hour later
Jas has come round, and she is currently spraying my duvet cover with snot and watered down mascara. I have gone to the kitchen to make her my special milky pops drink to help calm her down, although it's probably hopeless.
When I came up she was sobbing so much that she couldn't breathe and was turning quite purple. I tried to get her to stop crying so hard but failed.
She has started to take on an alarming shade of neon. This can't be good.
2 minutes later
Jas finally calmed down when she had been choking to within an inch of her life. Now she is sipping her milky coffee and crying silently. She will never get over this. I feel horriblimus, but I can't ever tell her. Perhaps I will years and years from now, but not today or any time in the near future.
"Georgia?"
"What is it, Jas?"
"Why do you think that he, that he dumped me? He s-said that he thought that we needed a break from eachother to f-figure ourselves out. What does that m-mean?"
"Err, I, I, oooh…I'm not sure."
She gave me a weird look, but then went back to sniffling into her mug. She is going to stay over tonight to ease her Tom-induced pain.
Tuesday
12:19 PM
Jas has just gone. She still isn't able to form coherent sentences, but time heals all wounds.
I've gone for a walk in the park to clear my head. It's soooo hot I have brought some juice in a bottle with me in case I get severe dehydration and die on a deserted park pathway. I have Angus with me, but he's eaten through so much of his lead that it is threatening to break any minute. That's when I noticed Tom leaning against the tree ahead of me. Clearly "out of sight, out of mind" would work right about now, so if I can just hide behind this bush and-
"Georgia! Georgia, come over here, I want to talk with you!"
Damn. I walked over very slowly, dreading what he would say. He looked quite upset for someone who has just callously dumped his long-time girlfriend.
"Georgia…I've dumped Jas. It just wasn't right, we just didn't have that… that spark anymore. It wasn't fair to her, and I sort of started fancying you…"
I said, "Oh, I see. So you just dump the girl you've been going out with for two years for her best mate and expect me to go along with it? Tom, she is my BEST MATE. It's not like we could go out anyway! And I only like you as a mate!"
"Georgia…That's not how it happened. I didn't mean to…" He looked really miserable. Then he said softly, "How is she?"
"She just spent the whole night sobbing and wondering what she did wrong!"
I was speechlessly angry. I just turned on my heel and left.
10 minutes later
I still can't believe how cheeky Tom is. Although he did look quite sad about what he has done to Jas. Perhaps I am being too harsh…Anyway, onto more important things. I've just finished packing for Italy, which I leave for tomorrow. I am sooooo excited! I'm going to put Tom and Dave the Laugh behind me and enjoy Pizza-a-Gogo Land.
I am soooo happy, I will never sleep! I'll just go…and put some…rollers…in...my hair…and…zzzzzzz.
4:21 PM
I wonder if Dave is thinking about me right now….Shut up, brain.
8 minutes later
Really, though, I wonder if he is. He looked very miffed when he saw my accidental snog with Tom…Maybe I should call him? No, I don't want to seem keen.
3 minutes later
Dave's phone is ringing. Oh god, what if he answers?
"Hello, sensation seeker."
Oh god's footie pajamas! What should I say? Should I hang up? He might be angry with me. He could have a strop and tell Jas what happened.
"Hello?"
Then I realized that about 5,000 years had gone by since he had answered. I managed to say "Mmmrgghffff." Whatever that means.
"…What? Georgia, is that you?"
"Err, well, yes, Dave, it is, I mean, if you're, I mean…" Oh good god, I've turned into Ellen.
"Georgia."
He didn't sound ecstatic at hearing from me. That wasn't a good sign. I don't like the way he's said my name.
"Georgia, are you having a fit? You sound like you're sort of gagging."
Oh no, in my worrying I'd started making a choking sound. Blimey, he probably thinks I'm a tense gagging orangutan now. An orangutan in a skirt. Bloody fantastic.
"Listen, Dave, I really…"
"No, Georgia. You don't. I can't believe you would do that to Jas. And me."
And then he hung up. Merde. Merde. Poo.
5:03 PM
I think I will go for a walk to calm my nerves.
10 minutes later
Oh, no. There's Mark Big Gob. He's seen me. Oh, nooooo….