"Drew?" she heard a voice call. Just a sound other than her own strangled sobs made her stomach crawl, let alone that annoying, whiny voice of some little brat who didn't deserve to even be her relation.

"Go away!" she choked back, crying more heavily at the sound of how utterly pathetic her voice sounded. No-one, no-one, would see her like this, at her weakest state. Especially not that good-for-nothing Lacy. There were three sharp raps at the door.

"Drew, please can I come in?" she tried again.

Drew rubbed her nose on her hand, fruitlessly wiping away the tears from eyes. "I said go away," she insisted, horrified at the screechiness of her voice.

"Please?"

"No."

She heard a sigh. "Fine. But if you need someone to talk to, I'm right here."

I don't need to talk to anybody. I just want to be left alone.

Drew wanted to say these words, but her throat wouldn't allow it. It was as if someone had poured sand down her gullet. The bathroom door shuddered and creaked, and there was a thud as she realized Lacy was still there, leaning against the doorframe on the opposite side. Drew felt the anger bubble up in the pit of her stomach, but she was too tired and emotional to do anything about. Why wouldn't Lacy just leave her alone?

"I can hear you breathing," she croaked, trying to summon the little dignity she had left and let it pour through in her voice. It didn't work. She probably couldn't even Charmspeak now. Not in this state.

There wasn't an answer. Drew wasn't expecting there to be one, but she didn't hear any noise that signified Lacy's leaving either.

"What don't you understand about, 'Leave me alone'?"

A pause.

"Some people want to use the bathroom, you know."

"I don't care," she snapped.

Another sigh. "You should do."

Drew decided to ignore what she had said and not let it get to her. It wasn't going to help her current mood. Lacy really wasn't helping when it came to making her feel better.

Should she let Lacy in? She certainly wasn't begging and being as annoying as Drew thought she would be. And as much as she hated to admit it, being Lacy, Drew knew she would only have nice things to say, no matter how much part of her insisted Lacy would do nothing but make things worse. And there wasn't anyone else who she could talk to... if Lacy counted as someone she could talk to, (which she most certainly did not.) She was too emotionally exhausted to do anything herself, and she wasn't going to live in the bathroom forever, and neither was she facing the entire cabin looking like this. What would they say about her eyeliner and makeup? What would Dumpster Girl, the new Senior Councillor say? If anyone was going to make things worse, it would be her.

Maybe she could escape through the window... No, definitely not. She would ruin her clothes or break a nail or something, and end up looking even more of a wreck than she already was. Besides, Aphrodite kids weren't well-known for their agility and the whole camp would hear her or see her and she'd be the laughing stock of Long Island. That definitely wasn't the way to go about things.

Drew sobbed again, and sighed heavily, hiccuping at the end. It seemed she only had one option left. Slowly, with heavy, slurred movements she pulled herself to her feet and pushed open the cubicle door, practically dragging herself to the bathroom door. It didn't have a lock, but no-one dared enter after they heard the cries and wails and angry muttering, and when one girl, Becca, entered unaware, she came running out crying seconds later and everyone in the Aphrodite cabin decided using the public toilets instead would be the safer option. It didn't make Drew feel any better.

She pushed open the door a crack, and felt Lacy's weight shift forward as she realized Drew was opening the door. Careful to leave it closed enough that no-one would see her and no-one would hear her except Lacy, she whispered, "Lacy?"

"Yeah?" Lacy whispered back, catching on that the situation was one to be quiet in.

Drew shuddered and took a shaky breath, mentally preparing herself with closed eyelids. "Lacy, if you w-want, you can..." she paused, finding the words. "You can come in."

"You sure?"

Drew found herself nodding, even though Lacy couldn't see. "Yeah."

She backed away, allowing space for Lacy to open the door fully and come in herself. When she did, and the door had closed behind her with a click, she gasped, eyes widening as she soaked up the pitiful sight before her. Drew stared at the floor, doubt flickering across her head.

"Gods, Drew, you look awful!" Lacy cried, hurrying towards her and pulling out a handkerchief from her jeans pocket. At her young age, she wasn't nearly Drew's height, but she pulled herself up onto her tippy-toes and started dabbing at Drew cheeks with the handkerchief, wiping away the tears and mascara-stains. "What happened?"

Drew didn't know what happened or why she did it, but she suddenly found herself pouring out her heart and soul to the girl before her she found annoying and wimpy. "D-dave broke up with me," she said, and after the initial shock settled down, she didn't stop the flow of words that tumbled out of her mouth, like a volcano of words erupting, and she couldn't stop it.

"He said that because I w-wasn't the s-senior councillor anymore, he didn't want to be with me, because- because I was weak and he didn't like me be- because I was weak and she was better than me, and tha- that everyone was b- better than me and that I should have stood my ground. And I don't know why I'm feeling this way, be- because I hate him, and I want him to die, and it's so hard because I-I've never f- felt this way be- before and I hate it. I hate it."

Lacy seemed at a loss of words, and Drew could barely believe the words she had said. Eventually, she spoke. "Oh, Drew, " she said softly, leading her over to the sink cabinets and jumping up to sit on the countertop. She patted Drew's shoulder comfortingly. "It's alright!"

Drew found herself able to roll her eyes. "No, it's not. How can you say that?"

Lacy huffed, looking tired with Drew already. Drew huffed back. "Well..." Lacy started, obviously trying to find some way to comfort Drew without seriously damaging her enormous pride, if it could possibly be damaged anymore. When she found the words, a large smile spread across her face and she said in a cheery voice, "All you have to think is that you're better than him!"

Drew looked up at her. "What?"

"You deserve better," Lacy continued, choosing her words carefully. Drew couldn't be sure whether she meant them or whether she was just being nice. Knowing Lacy, it would probably the latter. Hope was lit like a flame inside Drew's head. Lacy opened her mouth to continue, when Drew cut her off.

"You're right."

Lacy's grin grew even wider. "There we go! A little positive attitude never hurt anyone."

"I am better than him."

"That's the spirit! And you can just..." Lacy paused, trying to find the best way of putting it without it sounding offensive. "Find another one, I guess! Dave's what, your third boyfriend this month?"

"Fourth," Drew sniffed.

"There we go! And onto the fifth!"

Although Lacy's words were strong and happy, even Drew could detect the waver of uneasiness behind it. Lacy wasn't sure whether she truly believed what she was saying.

Drew smiled wickedly, wiping the last of her tears away. "Onto the fifth. And then the sixth, and the seventh, and then it'll be a new month and I can start again."

Lacy's smile visibly faltered. "What?"

"Boys are stupid," Drew said, straightening her back proudly. "They all deserve to get their hearts broken."

Lacy looked mortified. "Drew, that's not what I meant-"

"Oh, it's alright, Lacy. You really have made me feel better."

"Drew, no-"

"I'm going to carry on my mother's legacy and go back to how it was before, even if Dumpster Girl is the head Councillor now. Who cares about boys? It's so much more fun when they love you and adore you and you don't have to love them back. That's the way we Aphrodite kids have to live, right Lacy?"

"Drew, you have this all wrong! Mom would never want you to break more hearts! She's the goddess of love! She'd rather you went around mending them!"

"And why should I care?" Drew retaliated sharply. "He broke my heart! I didn't even think it could be broken. If Aphrodite is the goddess of love, she'd want it to keep moving, keep flowing, which is why we need to move on so quick. If you want to be a true daughter of Aphrodite you need to learn that."

"That's what you think Drew," Lacy sighed, appearing to have given up. "And I really thought-" she paused, hopping down from the counter and looking at Drew thoughtfully. "Never mind," she finished.

Drew smirked. "I don't even know why I'm talking to you. You're a waste of my time. Just leave, you little squirt. Don't you have chores to be getting on with?"

For a second, Drew felt guilt rise up inside her at the hurt look on Lacy's face, but she squashed it down immediately, choosing to ignore the fact Lacy looked as if she were about to cry, like she always did before.

"I'm going to talk to Piper," Lacy said, not meeting her gaze. "Because she doesn't treat me like a slave, and she's a better head councillor than you ever were!"

And with that, she ran out of the bathroom, holding her arm up to her face. Drew rolled her eyes, and lowered herself to the floor, turning to her appearance in the mirror. Kids.

Sighing at her ruined makeup, she puckered up her lips and tried to make herself presentable again, wiping off her face and re-applying her perfectly done makeup.

There, she thought, blowing her now it's usual stunning reflection a kiss. Who cares if Lacy didn't like her? Who cares if everyone prefers Piper, the new, better Senior Councillor? Who cares if Dave broke up with her? He was just one in the long line of many, and many more to come, and she didn't know why she ever got so worked up about it in the first place.

Because Drew knew that she was better than all of them. She was the true daughter of Aphrodite, whether they believed it or not.

Her heart could not be broken, but she would continue to break many, many more.

Because she's Drew Tanaka, the Head Councillor of Aphrodite, and that was the way she lived.