Chapter Eleven:

P.J.

I was sure I was going to throw up. I knelt in front of the toilet, bawling so hard that I couldn't even catch my breath. How could he do this? Why would he do this? Things were going so well and then...that?! My stomach turned, and I really did empty the contents of my stomach.

Wiping my mouth off and flushing the toilet, I took a deep breath. I shakily stood up to look in the mirror.

Yikes. My makeup was running all over, and my eyes were bloodshot. I had a massive headache, and I could barely see straight. I sank back down beside the toilet, sniffling.

The door opened and a boy around my age with curly brown hair and icy eyes walked in. He saw me and jumped.

"Jeez, you scared me!"

"Sorry," I mumbled, my nose stuffy.

He leaned down to take a better look at me. "You okay?"

I turned away from him, wiping furiously at the makeup on my face. He sat down beside me. "I'm P.J."

I looked at him. "Elli."

"Nice to meet you Elli." He smiled.

Confused, I asked, "Why are you in here with me?"

"Well, I can't very well leave a pretty girl crying on the floor without trying to help in some form, can I?"

I smiled.

"Do you want to talk? Sure you do. Every girl does. Tell me what's wrong."

It all came flooding back and I burst into tears.

"Oh...tears.." He awkwardly pulled me into a big hug. As I snotted on his shirt, I couldn't help but notice he smelled like chocolate. "It's okay. I promise. You don't hafta tell me if you don't want to."

"It's Phil...he kissed another girl..." I mumbled into his shoulder.

"Ah. You must be his girlfriend, yeah?" Close enough. I nodded. "That doesn't sound like Phil."

"I know!" I pulled away from the hug. "Out of all the people in the world, I figured he'd be the last one to cheat." Tears threatened to spill again, and I bit my bottom lip hard to keep them from flowing.

"Well, have you talked to him?"

I shook my head no.

"Maybe you don't know the whole story then. Maybe it was an accident."

"It sure didn't look like an accident." The image burned in mind.

"Well, if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. I mean I know we just met and all, but Phil and I are pretty close, so we probably would've met anyway."

I thought back to Alana and Phil. They were really the only ones I ever confided in. They were obviously unavailable for me to talk to now, though. It'd be hard for me to forgive Alana, and the mere thought of Phil disgusted me as of this point. It'd be nice to have someone to talk to. "Yeah, I'd like that."

We exchanged phone numbers, and he burned red as he announced that he really had come to use the bathroom. I cleaned myself up, and bid him goodbye.

As I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Phil and Dan talking, along with Alana sitting unaware of anything, making out with yet another guy. I slipped through the living room and out the front door to head back to the apartment.

I shivered. I really should've dressed in something else.

"Hey, wait!" I turned to see P.J. running towards me. When he caught up to me, he draped a jacket around my shoulders. "I'd offer to drive you home, but my car currently doesn't run. So I'll walk you."

"No, it's fine. I can handle myself."

"It's one A.M. and it's freezing. I'm walking you home."

I smiled.

Thank God for P.J.

A/N: Jeez. So short. I'm really sorry about that. :P I promise future chapters will be longer! Double pinky swear! Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Not my best, but they do get better. I swear. Let me know whatcha thought! Any suggestions or constructive criticism? Tell meh! I encourage it. I love you all! Mwah! xoxo