I gingerly rubbed my aching temples with my multi-colored-tipped fingers. What a way to put a bad ending to an already desperately depressing day. I reread the words over and over again, I wasn’t sure if they just weren’t being processed in my head or if I wouldn’t let them be processed.

If you could, Taylor, tell Aerin not to have feelings for me anymore. I’ve moved on and found someone else. She ruined my life. Well, I must admit I miss the old neighborhood. I’ll stop by sometime and say hi.

Cade

Taylor, the girl referred to in the email, is my next-door neighbor that had rescued me from my long time loss of talking with the only boy I’d ever loved. But now, I knew that it was better to just leave things unsaid, and that ignorance is bliss. I hadn’t ruined his life, if anything; the terrible mistake that I had made had brought us closer. He had forgiven me, still loved me, given me a second chance. Neither of us had the chance to tell anyone though and he didn’t seem to remember how he had given me that second chance.

Tired with all of this disturbing information, I laid in bed, too drained to change, and soon fell asleep in my jeans and tee-shirt.

It was all quite clear to him now. The distancing, the questions, the insecurity. She had been making sure that he wouldn’t leave her when she told him that she had slept with another man. It didn’t matter now though, she hadn’t told him and he had reacted quite severely. She couldn’t blame him though, after all, it was she who had slept with Justin, not him.

He couldn’t believe how she’d done this to him. Ruined his life, ruined his reputation, ruined their life together. He almost understood why, but the fact he couldn’t get around is that she waited to sleep with Justin until after she’d slept with him.

Why?

Why didn’t she just slept with Justin first and been in trouble first?

Why?

Why hadn’t she just lied to her parents and said that Rashel had made it all up?

Why?

He couldn’t keep asking himself that, her parent’s weren’t stupid, they would have figured it out. The lies, the secrecy, she even distanced herself from them, as well as him. He knew that she and her parents didn’t have the strongest relationship, but this was beyond him…

I woke up to the midday sunshine pounding on the blinds to be let in. I felt my hair in a mess, my clothes stale and inside of my mouth sticky and gross.

I’ve moved on and found someone else.

The words kept ringing in my head; I just couldn’t let it sink in. It was like I was reading some horror book and if I let myself think about it too much, I’d be admitting it wasn’t just fiction.

I’ve moved on and found someone else.

I couldn’t get his face out of my head, I remembered his eyes, they way he looked at me, that’s the part about the exterior I loved the most about him. Those eyes, the electric blue with dark blue around the edges with little spots of navy in them. The most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen, well, until I’d met Jamiee; but I can’t afford to think about Jamiee right now.

I’ve moved on and found someone else.

He wanted me to move on and find someone else. The fact that he has yet to learn is that I started to move on, but then he had to invade my life again. Now I’m not so sure about me and Jamiee.

I’ve moved on and found someone else.

I couldn’t let any one else feel like they were second best because I knew how that felt, and it sucked.

Oh, well, I thought, pulling myself together so I could greet the day with at least a little bit of a welcome. I groaned as I got out of the bed and realized I had no clean pants to put on. Keeping the jeans I already had on, I trudged down the stairs and saw my father, at his laptop, which was usual for a Thursday morning. My dad was a security architectural-builder for the Sisters of Mercy Hospitals; which, in English, was, he designs the security programs to keep kids from hacking onto the server at a big, fancy hospital. He didn’t look away from the screen but I knew he’d heard me in the room.

“Afternoon.” I managed to mumble out as I opened the pantry door, looking for a decent cereal even though it was quarter-past twelve.

“Good afternoon to you, too.” Dad replied back, too happily.

“I just said it was the afternoon, I didn’t say it was a good one.” I said back, instantly regretting it because I knew Dad didn’t like my gloomy, sarcastic mood-swings. He just laughed though. That’s what I love about Dad, he always finds some strange way of looking at anything anyone says or does and laughs about it. I settled on the Cocoa Puffs and set them carelessly on the table. After I had gotten the milk and other accessories to eat my breakfast/lunch with, Dad and I sat in silence as I ate, and he typed.

I quickly finished, for no unparticular reason, and slowly trudged back up the stairs to my room. I laid out some fresh clothes, a fitting white tee, and a pair of cute sweat pants, along with a hoodie, and retreated to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and stepped back, letting it heat up. I stripped of my shirt and jeans and faced myself in the mirror. I ran a pale hand through my jet black hair, my own piercing green eyes staring back at me, almost eerily. I had a good figure, by some screw-up in my gene pool, and didn’t flaunt it, well, much. My almost-too-big lips curved into a smile, or a smirk, rather. The water was steaming then, so I got in.

After I finished, I dried off and turned heel on to my room. I put my clothes on and looked at my cell. Four missed calls. I scrolled down the list; my best friend TJ had called but there was a number that I didn’t recognize that had called three times. Then another message popped up, something that happens quite often and annoys the crap out of me, as I was preparing to call TJ back. The pop-up said that I had two new messages. I called my voicemail, knowing that TJ could wait, and waited for the annoying recording to finish.

The first message was from TJ, saying something about dinner tonight, something really important had come up and he really needed my input on it. I furrowed my brow together. It was probably something to do with Heather, his girl friend that had just passed away last month. I felt so sorry for him, the day after she died he told me he had been planning to propose. I shook off the feeling of depression and walked to my computer