Thanks to the suggestion of a reviewer I thought of a way to freshen up this story. The next chapter will start from Trish's point of view. Hope no one gets confused. This is really the end to part one, which is why it's short.

Chapter 6: From the Bottom of My Broken Heart…

Trish and I walked hand in hand to my doom, or at least what I'd decided was my doom. I was going to be living with Derek. How I ever thought that this was a good idea, I'll never know. But here I was. And I was supposed to be attracted to Trish, and Tracy was gonna be there, and all I wanted was to be with Derek…or this was all just so fucked up.

"You're an awful, awful person," Trish said as she reached out for the doorknob, as if this would encourage me and make the situation much more bearable.

"You tear apart my soul, piece by piece," I retorted.

"Well, you deserve it, I'm sure," and Trish rolled her eyes and it was all done and we were standing in the living room. I don't remember sitting down on the couch, Trish ploppinge down next to me. I don't remember putting my arm around her. I don't remember shaking Tracy's hand and hi-fiving Derek but all of that must've happened because that's what Trish said. And she wasn't in a mental coma.

Tracy put his hand on Derek's knee and was laughing and talking and being all cool, and his mouth was moving but I heard no words. I finally seemed to register that he was asking me if I had anything with me and I somehow managed to point at my feeble pile of clothes.

I don't even remember how they got there…Oh yeah. I never took them back after that night.

"Haven't you bought like a whole new wardrobe by now?" Trish asked, but her voice sounded hollow and faraway and all I was thinking was, Tracy and Derek are kissing, aren't they?

And before I registered what was happening, before I knew what was going on, I leaned over and kissed Trish. Vigorously. So this was how it was going to end, wasn't it?

I heard Tracy pull away and mutter, "I love you, Dare."

"I love you too."

And I just kept kissing Trish until she jabbed her knee into my crotch and I was forced to pull away.

Derek and I were over before we even began. I would never get to tell him that I was pretty sure that I was in love with him, and that he was the only person in the entire universe who made me happy and who made me feel ok when I just felt so screwed… and screwing him was good too.

This was the end.

Of part one, part two starts with Trish's (much more detailed) interpretation of this evening.