It was the night of the party, I stood in front of my mirror. I had on my ocean blue halter dress with silver kitty heels. My hair was falling over my shoulders in soft curls. I looked great. I smiled at myself and grabbed my silver clutch bag. I waited for my dad, who was also invited (to my displeasure). He then grabbed the keys to his silver Porsche and we drove to Rob's beach house (why he needed one I didn't know). We pulled up in front and my dad dropped me of then went to park the car. I walked in and found Rob. He was standing with a group of people, including Orlando Bloom. I laughed to myself, considering what I was doing on Sunday. I waved to him and he smiled. I started walking over, but he reached me first. We walked around and he introduced me to a bunch of people, most of them way too famous to know me, the loser at the party.

"Rob?" I looked over to see him glancing around the room. He smiled at me. "This is an awesome party, but I'm kinda bored." He smiled again, although i still could see in his eyes there was something bothering him. "I'm going outside." I walked out onto the beach and watched the waves. It was calming and helped me relax, because Rob was making me worried. He didn't seem himself. I shrugged to myself and headed back inside. I walked around with my dad a bit (EMBARASSING) and met a ton of famous people (Keira Knightly, James and Oliver Phelps, Danial Radcliffe, do I need to go on?). I was starting to wonder why I rarely saw Rob. I went to got find him I found him in a back room.

"Rob, why are you so... distant? I have barely seen you all night. I thought I would hang out with you all night." I barely saw his face in the dim light of the room.

"I'm sorry. I'm just really busy." He leaned in and kissed me, his lips were oddly impatient. I didn't let this bother me. We were then interrupted by someone clearing their throat. We looked over to see a tall-ish brunette. She was wearing a knee length red silk dress (to tell you the truth, it wasn't the best color on her. It brought out the freckles on her face). She glared at Rob, who was looking oddly guilty. I stood back, hoping to avoid the wrath of this chick.

"Who are you?" She glared at me, so obviously my plan didn't work. I stared at her.

"His girlfriend. Who are you?" I still stood back. She scared me.

" I'm his girlfriend, but not for much longer." She turned back to Rob. "Rob, we're over." She walked right up to his and slapped him across the face. He stood in shock, but so did I. As she stormed off, I turned to Rob.

"What the HELL just happened?" I stared into his gray eyes, which now were filled with guilt. "I can't believe this." I stormed out, fighting back tears. I found my dad talking to, well, OB. I hid my face.

"Dad, can we go? I don't feel very good." I looked up, though avoided eye contact.

"We just got here, do you think you can hold it out a bit longer?" I shook my head.

"I want to leave. Please." I really was beginning to feel sick. "Please?" Then I heard a familiar voice.

"I can take her home for you. I was going to leave soon anyway. I have to fly out tomorrow." I looked over to Orlando. "It's really no problem." He smiled and it made me feel slightly better.

"Really, that'd be great." My dad glanced over to me. "That cool with you." I nodded. He gave me a hug. "Feel better, I'll be home soon." I glanced around the room. Standing in the corner was Rob, he kept staring at me. His face was blank. I then glanced over to see the other girl crying in the corner with Jackson Rathbone. I sighed and followed Orly out to his car. I hopped in the front seat of his car and he started the car. We drove silently for a while, but then Orly broke the silence.

"So, what happened? I can tell you not sick." He smiled, and glanced at me. "So, what's the story?" I was hesitant at first, tears still held in my eyes.

"My boyfriend was two-timing." I whispered, tears now fell. I wiped them away and watched as L.A flew past the window. "That's not even the worst of it. I have to see his everyday. He's in the same movie as I am." I sniffled and leaned my head against the window.

"You don't mind me asking, Who was it?" Orlando kept his eyes on the road.

"Rob Pattinson." I stared at Orly as we pulled up to my house.

"I'm really sorry. I never got why guys were so immature." He gave me a forced smile as I opened the door. "Bye. Hope you feel better."

"Thanks for the ride. Bye." I waved goodbye and slammed the door behind me.

I rushed inside, ran up to the bathroom and locked the door. I started to draw a bath and then ran into my room to grab my I pod and docking station. I plugged it in and threw off my dress, which smelt of Rob's house. I slide into the warm water and listened to the music. The warm water calmed me down, but tears fell. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the back of the tub. Why me? I really like Rob. How could he do this to me? My eyes stung and my cheeks burned.

I finally got out of the tub and wrapped a fuzzy towel around me. I headed into my room unconsciously and threw on my pajamas. I sat down in front of my computer and opened it up. Three messages in the last half hour. All from Rob. I was about to delete them, but something stopped me. I wanted to hear what he had to say for himself. I opened the first.

Claire,

I'm so sorry. I know what i did was bad and i know that you would

never forgive me. I just want you to know that when i met you, I did have

a girlfriend, but then more I got to know you, the more I wanted to break

up with Liz. I was going to, but I felt guilty. Then when i finally tried,

she thought I was joking. She didn't believe me. I told her it was over,

but it didn't work. I was going to break up with her tonight, but she did

it for me. I hope that we can work things out. I really like you. I'm so

sorry.

See you Monday.

Rob

I closed my laptop, not wanting to read the other 2 messages. I sat down on my bed and cried. I let it all come out.