I stop in my tracks, "It is nothing. It's not even a real sport. It's just something to keep the stupid girls busy." I throw my head back and place my hand over my forehead, regretting the words I said.

There's silence on the phone. She talks lower than she was before, "It's my life, okay? It's what I do… it keeps me from thinking about you for a while. And that moment doesn't seem to last long enough."

I try to apologize, "Lily, I--"

"Don't even. You're entitled to your opinion. And I if I was breaking up with you, it would be because you think the stupidest shit." She says softly but full of anger.

"Just because I said something about cheerleading? C'mon, it's not that--"

She interrupts me, "No. Not because of what you think of me cheerleading. Because you thought that just because you moved… we wouldn't be together." She sighs, "You took moving as a free ticket out of our relationship."

"I did not." I say unsure.

"Yes, you did. You don't have to admit anything to me. I already know."

I sigh and sit on my bed, "Listen, I didn't know what to do. I mean we came up here and everything changed. I can't help what happened."

She sniffles once more, "No, you can't. And neither can I, I guess I'm just mad at the distance and I don't know if I can keep doing this with you."

"What, being with me?"

"No. Fighting with you. I mean, when we got into a fight, you'd just sneak into my room and apologize and just sleep with me and hold me and… you were just sweet. But now, I feel like we're starting to hate each other…and what are you gonna do now that you can't come over, call me? It's not the same."

I fall back onto my bed, looking at the ceiling, "If I could be there then you know I would…"

"Actually, I don't know anything at this point." She pauses and waits for me to respond, I guess. She ends the silence, "I gotta go. I love you. Bye." she hangs up the phone before I can even say anything back.

I think about throwing the phone but I decide to call her back; she doesn't answer. Now I toss the phone against the wall. It looks like it breaks, in slow motion, into so many tiny pieces. I stare at the mess and start to get angry and purse my lips. I stand up and clench both my right and left fists. I look at myself in the mirror. Thoughts start running through my head.

How can you treat her like that? Did you try to hurt her? Are you sure you love her? What's your problem, cant you see that she loves you more than you love her? Why didn't you just tell anyone about her? It kinda did seem like you were keeping that part of your life, her, a secret from everyone…

That's the last thought I think before aiming my right fist for my mirror self. Hit and miss. My fist remains in the, now broken, mirror. After staring at it I pull it out slowly, the glass tearing my skin as I pull my fist out. I look at my knuckles and try to bend them, oh, god, they hurt so bad but I don't cry and I don't wince; I just stare. I see the shards of glass sticking out of my fingers and knuckles but I'm still in no hurry to move.

My door swings open, fast, but I don't bother to look. Jeremy steps in front of me looking from the mirror to me. Mirror. Me. Mirror. Me. He notices the blank look at my face and he starts to shake me, "Roxy, what did you do?"

I look up at him and reply with a snide comment, "I think it's quite obvious." I smile.

He doesn't smile, he just stares. What's the big deal? He grabs my left arm and pulls me out of my room, into the bathroom. He puts the toilet seat down and sits me there. Then opens the medicine cabinet and I assume he's looking for a medical kit. "Everything's okay, Rox." he says to me.

I nod and my eyes suddenly become heavy with sleep.

"Thank you, Jeremy. I love y…" I say slowly while failing to sleep…

I wake up from the pain of my hand. It hurts so bad. I take my right hand from under the sheets and look at the damage I did. I'm surprised because it's wrapped in white bandages. Jeremy must have done it last night. Did I pass out last night?

I sit up then place my feet on the floor. I blink three times before looking at the clock, It's 6:00. I roll my head around then stand up and stretch. I don't think I can take a shower with this bandage on my hand so I guess I better just take a wash off. I walk over to my dresser and take a pair of black panties and a bra out. I sluggishly walk to the bathroom, no one's in there.

I spend the next fifteen minutes trying to use one hand to wash myself off. It takes me about six minutes to brush my teeth and wash my face.

I walk out of the bathroom, in my underwear, with the clothes that I took off in my left hand. Someone wolf whistles, "I should totally come over here every morning if this always happens." I stop in front of my door and look over at the whistler, it would be Aiden. He directs his attention to my hand, "Whoa, what happened?"

I roll my eyes, "Nothing you need to worry about." I walk into my room and close the door behind me. I actually lock it this time.

I walk slowly to my bed and sit down, looking all around my room. I look at where my mirror should be… it's not there. It doesn't matter I have a long mirror to check myself out in. I walk over to my closet and sigh because I don't really care what I wear today. I just pull at anything in my closet. My prizes are: blue jeans and a white shirt with music notes all over it, whoopee.

I put on the jeans first then the shirt. The jeans are a little bit loose but who am I trying to impress really? I spray on my perfume then look at myself in the long mirror. I don't feel like putting on make up, there's no reason to really. I mean I know that Lily would never see how good I look while I'm all the way in Hollywood, as she called it, but I always thought that she would surprise me… that was stupid.

Someone knocks at my door, "Who the fuck is it?" I say angrily.

"It's Spencer." her voice comes through the door in muffles.

I walk over to the door and unlock it then sit on the floor in front of the long mirror, "It's open."

Spencer walks in. She walks up behind me. She's wearing a jean skirt with a black polo and her hair is down, I always thought she looked prettier with it down. "Hey." she says giving me a smile.

"Hey." I say not returning the smile.

She sits on the bed then crosses her legs, "Are you okay?"

I shrug and still look at the mirror, with all of what happened last night running through my head. Did we break up or not? If we did then I should totally kiss Spencer. And if we didn't then I should kiss Spencer just to make her mad. I roll my eyes at myself for thinking such horrible thoughts. I love her, I could never do that… intentionally.

Spencer notices my hand and sits next to me while grabbing it, "What happened to your hand?"

I stand up, "I ran into a wall." I say sarcastically, put on my book bag, "Are you ready to go?" I ask dully.

She stands up looking confused, "Yeah… I guess."

"Let's go." I walk out of my door and Spencer follows behind me. Hunter and Aiden stand at the top of the stairs.

"Hey, Roxy." Hunter says looking at me and then my hand, "What happened?"

I roll my eyes, "Why does everyone keep asking me that? It's not important."

"Obviously, it's important. I mean, you have on a ace bandage." Aiden says.

I narrow my eyes at Aiden, "I am none of your business. Go shove your pen--"

Hunter interrupts, "Roxy, what's your problem?"

I roll my eyes and push through Aiden and Hunter, "Go to hell." I stomp down the stairs then walk into the kitchen to grab a drink. Spencer comes in frowning at me as I open the fridge door.

"What is up with you?" Spencer asks angrily.

I grab a Snapple®, "Nothing." I close the door and look at her.

She studies me, "You're such a liar." Spencer says.

I open the Snapple® then shrug, "I guess so."

She scoffs, "Why are you acting like this?"

I take a sip of my drink, "I feel like it."

Spencer rolls her eyes. So that's the end of the conversation.

I walk out of the front door and Spencer follows me, angrily. I unlock my car and we hop in. I pull out the of the driveway and start driving to school.

After ten minutes of silence, my phone rings. I answer, "Hello."

"What did you do?" the voice says.

I make a confused face and Spencer notices, "Who is this? It's like six something in the morning and you're already calling to bitch me out." I ask.

"This is Miranda."

I nod because I know who she is, "And why are you calling?"

"Because Lily came over to my house late last night, crying her eyes out."

I roll my eyes, "What's your point?"

"It's your fault." she says quickly.

"Okay, whatever. And how does this involve you?" I mean Miranda is pretty cool but all this pain that I'm feeling has to be taken out on someone.

"Because I'm a better friend to her than you are a girlfriend."

"Fuck you." I hang up the phone and toss it in my coaster.

"Who was that?" Spencer asks.

I explode on Spencer, "None of your business. Leave me alone right now. Don't you have Ashley-Carmen problems to solve?"

Spencer says sympathetically, "I'm just trying to figure out what's up with my friend."

I roll my eyes and pull into the parking lot, "Your friend just wants to be alone right now. Do you understand that? I know you're smart."

Spencer looks at me disgusted, "I don't know why you're being so mean to me, I didn't do anything to--"

I interrupt, "You're all in my business. Maybe there's certain things that you don't need to know. And you have your own problems anyway, right? You can't decide which one you want to screw, huh? Here let me help you. Forget them. Love is a crock."

Spencer's eyes gloss over and I feel like the worst person in the world. She's the second person I made cry in the past twenty-four hours. And I already made her cry before. She just shakes her head at me then gets out of the car, making sure to slam the door behind her.

I don't even care right now, to be completely honest. She can hate me, everyone can hate me. The only person the really matters to me hates me… there's not much else to say.

I look in my glove box for my glasses. I see them and pull my glasses out then put them on. I take my phone out of the drink holder then get out of my car. I walk out of the parking lot, through the courtyard and to my locker. I open it.

I don't feel like doing work, I should just go punch some freshman so I get suspended. So I close my locker and when I do Jeremy's standing there. I look over at him and my eyes slowly tear up, "I'm sorry you had to take care of me."

He shakes his head, "No problem, that's what little brothers are here for."

I shake my head, "No," I swallow hard, "That's suppose to be why big sisters are here. I'm such a screw up."

"No, you're not. You're only human."

I tear slowly rolls down my cheek, "Tell that to Lily because I'm sure she thinks I'm the worst."

He wraps his arms around me and I do the same to him. I cry into his chest which makes his shirt look horrible but he doesn't care. I sit there, in his arms, crying for the next five minutes as people walk by.

I stop crying and he let's go but still has his hands on each of my arms, "Are you okay?"

I wipe my tears away with my glasses on, "No," I chuckle, "My arm fucking hurts, I think I lost my girlfriend last night but I'm too much of jerk to even talk to her. And I made my best friend mad at me… again."

He rubs both of my arms, "Well, look at the bright side."

"And what's that?"

A smile creeps onto his face, "You still have me."

I smile and hug him again. The bell rings so he tells me he has to get to class. As much that I don't wanna, I let him go to class.

I go through the rest of the day not talking to anyone. And it was hard because I didn't even talk to Kyla. I didn't even reply back to one of my teachers with a snide comment. I didn't talk to anyone. Not Spencer. Not Kyla. Not Rachel. Not Hunter. Not anyone. I ate lunch in my car, I sat as far as I could in the back of the classrooms.

By the end of the day, I'm completely in shambles. I don't call Lily back and she doesn't call me. Either she hates me so much that she doesn't want to talk or she loves me so much she doesn't want to talk to me. The next two days continue like this, people asking me what's wrong, me avoiding people and not wearing any make-up. Not even trying.

When the bell rings I go to my car and drive straight home, of course, without talking to anyone. I decide not to do my homework and take a nap. I go to sleep around four and wake up at seven because my phone's ringing.

I turn over on my side and grab my phone, "What?" I say groggily.

"Hey." The voice says on the other side of the phone; it's very small… it's Lily.

"Hey." I say sitting up.

"What's up?" she says.

I sigh, "So we're gonna pretend like everything's normal?"

"No… I was trying to make everything seem normal so it wouldn't be weird for us…"

I roll my eyes, "It's already weird for us." She sighs, "So what are we gonna do?" I ask her. She doesn't respond so I ask again, "Lily, what are we gonna do?" I say raising my voice a little.

"Don't yell at me."

"Well, answer the question."

She sighs, "We're not doing this."

"Doing what?"

"Being together, not right now. Not while you are checking out your options in Hollywood."

I scoff, "I'm not checking out anything."

"Okay, well give me a good reason on why you haven't told Kyla anything about us? I mean, you tell her everything… she's like your L.A me."

I can't really come up with a reason, "Don't do that. Don't compare yourself to Kyla."

"Why? Because she's definitely better than me, right?" she asks being completely serious.

"No, because I love you."

"I wish you showed better."

"We went over this, I don't know what I can do to show you I love you." I say growing angry again.

She sighs, "It's not you showing me anything. I think it's just the distance, I guess I can't do this long distance relationship."

I roll my eyes, "Whatever."

She growls, "I'm trying to talk to you and all you can say is whatever. See I don't know how-"

I interrupt her because my emotions have finally overflowed, "We already talked about this. There's nothing I can do. If I could be there then I would and you know I would. You mean the world to me, moving out here was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. This is worst than telling your mom about us-"

She says my name, "Roxy."

"No, no, no. Let me finish. You're like that light at the end of the tunnel. I would literally kill myself without you, I almost did. After we got done talking I punched my mirror and I still have a stupid bandage on it." I laugh at myself, "But please don't leave me I need you. I'm so sorry for hurting you. Maybe-maybe I can run away, back to Ohio. I don't know why I didn't think of this before but I have a car. We could go to Baja, like you wanted, please don't do this. I love you so much, Lily. We need each other, I wanna-"

She cuts me off, "Stop."

"No, I won't stop until I have you. Just think about-"

"I kissed someone else." She says quickly.

AN:dum dum dum ohhh that little skank lol, soo i've been getting alot of positive feed back... thank you. i thought no one would liek it becasue it isnt CENTERED around spashley but i've always thought about the random people that come in contact with them... hmm just me. but i seriously wanna thank everyone for reading, i mean, i was gonna stop this one and focuse on "yeah, well your just a mess" but since you guys are begging me lol just kidding

and to : calilola & quinze85, i have something in store for Lily and Roxy.

blonde gone wild- i'm glad to hear that you're procrastinatin just to read my story, blame me for getting an F lol just kidding. thanks 4 the birthday wishes!

DaleSnail, sammythegreatsockrocker & dawniekey- thanks for loving it, i dont think i'm a very good writer buuuut ur uping my spirits so i'm gonna keep on chugging like the little engine that could... or was it can? i dont remember well blah

xoxo