DISCLAIMER: Song is What Hurts the Most by Rascal Flatts. Clique is owned by me, seriously. If I was Lisi Harrison, I'd be writing PS I Loathe You, not this! I don't know why I even need a disclaimer...

LOL, you guys ALL have very very very very very very very… face it. I could go on for pages and pages. -insert smiley here- I could make a book!

Bwa ha! You'll never get the people's names out of me until the third chappie. :D Yes, I've decided to make a 3rd chapter to make the girl go to hell. Aren't I wonderful?

And… here's your long awaited chapter!

"We're through."

Those two words are the beginning of his pain as she comes back from his house.

"What? Why? What's wrong?" Her cries are desperate as she clutches at the door, swaying.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me

"You're with him."

"I-I'm not! Honestly, I'm not, I swear!"

"You swear? Right. You swear on him, right? I should have known. Girls like you are always such uptight, stick-thin, cheating bitches."

"But I-"

"Save it for your other boyfriends. Get out."

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

"No! I love you, can't you see? Please, don't kick me out."

"You know, I never really believed that this was real. And I guess it was true. You are a lying, backstabbing, cheating asshole!"

"Enough!" She sobs freely, crumpled to the floor, remainder of the hour before all gone.

"Out!" He roars. He storms into her bedroom, grabs her clothes and suitcase, heads back outside and hurls the clothes on the floor.

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken

She picks herself up off the floor, sniffling, and stumbles out.

"Hey, wait!" he calls after her.

The girl turns around, her eyes sparking with hope. "Yes?" she purrs, trying to sound seductive.

"You forgot this," he says coldly, handing the suitcase over.

The reason why he broke up with her? Only he will know.

"Why are you acting so horribly? We were together for two years!" she sobs even harder.

The sobbing picture of his ex-girlfriend does nothing to make him feel bad. In fact, it makes him even angrier, if possible.

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

"Did you love me at all?" he shouts, not caring that the gentle night air is stirred by his boiling anger. "Did you? Did you know how much I loved you? I guess it was wasted on you, wasn't it? You didn't see my love. You spent it all on him, and his was lust for you!" It all comes rushing out, and even he is appalled by his outburst.

"I… I'm sorry." She now knows there is nothing more to say than that. She packs up her clothes, strides towards the car, and heads off to a certain destination. The destination, the place where she was before.

And he blinks back tears of pain, hurt, and betrayal and steps back inside the house.

What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do

The next night, he sits on the couch, his gaze steady, looking at a picture of his beautiful once-beloved. "Did you love me at all?"

Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do

"Because I loved you."

That... was so fun. D I'm evil, aren't I? Haha! I haven't revealed it yet! I could have revealed it, many times, but I decided not to in this chapter. Please R&R, it's not a must, I just want even one piece of feedback. The last chapter WILL NOT be a song-fic... or maybe it will.

-The Underwater Seahorse