Day Three

I practically jumped off your bed and ran to Peter's house as fast as I thought possible. He opened the door with red marks all along his neck, and his shirt hastily thrown on.

"Emma?" He said surprised, "what are you doing here?" I took a deep breathe and braced myself for what I was going to have to do. Before I could get a word out, a girl came and stood next to Peter, draping her arms across him, "Can we like have the pizza now, I'm getting anxious" She said, her voice filled with venom towards me and lust towards Peter. I was so dizzy. Was Peter really cheating on me? I didn't care, why should I? Peter wasn't anything special, but the thought that someone could cheat on me, just sucks. It was pure disrespect, regardless if the relationship was serious or not. I slammed the door in his fast and ran. I ended up walking through the park, thinking about my life. What did I do to deserve all of this? You were out for a drive, and saw me, swinging on the swings. Next thing I knew, I heard someone come up from behind, and sit in a swing. "What are you doing here?" I heard you whisper, but I refused to turn around. My eyes were stained with tears, and my makeup was completely smeared. Instead of acknowledging your question, I just swung dully, scraping my feet along the stones. "It's late, you know. You shouldn't be here, not by yourself" I still kept my eyes on the ground, refusing to look at you, how could I? You would see what a mess I truly was. "It's cold too, come on. I'll give you a ride home" And with that you grabbed the chain on my swing, forcing me to look up at you for the first time. You grabbed me and kissed me softly on the lips, "Can we bail now?" We held hands and walked away from the park, and into the civic; where I explained how Peter had cheated on me, and how I was at his house just to break up with him. Had it not been for Peter, maybe we wouldn't have connected. I don't know, I'm just glad I was able to ditch the Pretty Boy. You listened, something I'm sure you didn't do too often with girls. I'm sure you were using other parts of your body besides your ears to communicate with them. Not like they would have minded. You took me home and I crawled through my window. My phone rang, and I thought it was you so I answered excitedly, "Hey!". "Em… I love you. And it wasn't what you thought it was. She was nothing to me, really. You're everything to me" I was infuriated. Not only did he cheat on me, but he seriously thought an apology via the telephone would fix our relationship? I don't think I've ever hung up a phone so fast.

So I'm on my way to work this morning and I stop to get some coffee. As I'm walking out of Tim Hortons, I see none other than… Peter Stone.

"Hey, Emma" He said, casually, walking up to me as if we were best friends.

"Oh, hey Peter" I shrugged, I had nothing against him anymore, and staying mad at someone you don't care about is useless. It just drains the energy out of you.

He looked around as if someone was watching him, "Can we, talk?"

I nodded my head for some unknown reason.

"I'm sorry for cheating on you back then, I was a real asshole. You deserved better than that"

I was speechless, who would have thought Peter would apologize to me.

"You're the type of girl no guy should dream of cheating on, you're beautiful, you're smart, you're funny in a sarcastic type of way…"

I really hate it when people compliment me when they treated me like shit my whole life. Why do people find the need to be nice to you, when they know they're never going to see you again? As if it's going to change my perspective and I'm suddenly going to remember Peter as a nice guy.

"Peter, stop" I shook my head, this was just too much. Why is it that when I need a break from everything, all things happen at once? It's like stress just targets me for when I'm all worked up. It's always been that way. And now, I don't even have you around to fix things, or atleast make them a tiny bit better. You couldn't fix this stress, because I caused this stress by trying to let go of you. How pathetic is that?

"Emma, I'm just sorry for everything. And I know this isn't going to change what happened, but I'm sorry"

If he asks me out, I'm going to sit in my car for hours until the carbon monoxide poisons me to death.

"Petey, you ready?" We both turned around to see Mia Jones walk out of the gas station with a coffee in one hand and a new magazine in the other. She was the type of girl that Peter should be dating, and I don't mean that in an offensive way. But I heard all the fame got to her head. Think about it, the beautiful stunning model, and the rich pretty boy. What makes more sense than that? Oh and she's a model (one that sleeps her way to the top) and he's a photographer (one that video tapes naked drunk girls), they can make some kinky hardcore porn together, great!

Mia looked great, she was wearing some high class fashion made by designers and her hair was filled with extensions and different shades of brown. She was wearing stilettos, even just to get coffee. She was gorgeous. Another girl I could never live up to.

Mia didn't acknowledge me, not like I expected her to. We didn't hate each other in high school, but we weren't really friends either. And now that she's some famous model, why should she talk to the low scum like me? I wonder how her daughter is? I always see this films or little tidbits about Mia Jones on vh1, they'll mention Isabella, but they never mention her nowadays, just how she was brought into the world.

"Just remember that I'm sorry" Peter said, patting my shoulder while Mia stood there and tapped her designer pumps and twirled her hair, an obvious sign of boredom. Then they both walked into the car.

That was so unbelievably awkward and weird. I'm so glad Peter and I broke up.