Chapter 3: Moving On

"I said Patron Tequila. I'm drunk on margaritas. I said Patron Tequila. Me and my mamma sitas..."

I roll over and answer the phone. "Yes Kenzie."

"What the hell? I have texted you like a hundred times and you aren't answering me?" my best friend since I was born (literally she was there with her mom in the hospital) asks. I can hear the worry in her voice.

"He cheated on me. With Chelsea for the past year. I caught them last night," I say and the memory of what I saw makes me break down again.

"What...a...whore. I am coming over. Be there in ten," she says and before I can object she hangs up.

I roll back over on to my bed and curl up in a ball. What did I do to deserve this? I know I left for that one summer...but I had no choice. It was either leave town for a summer or leave Lucas forever. I couldn't leave Lucas. I thought he would understand that I didn't want to go. He didn't...obviously...

Squeeaaakkk...well Kenzie is here. My mom has been complaining about my squeaky door since I can remember, but she never does anything about it.

I feel my bed dip towards the end and then hands on my back. "Noelle. Come on. Get out of bed. We are going shopping and we are gonna check out hot guys and never once think of the dick," she says. I look up and hurt then bury my head back into the pillow.

"No. I just wanna lay here until I die. Thanks anyways," I say glumly.

"How about this? We try on clothes that we wouldn't normally try on and then after that we try on the ugliest clothes we can find?" she says hopefully. I look up and smile.

"Fine," and with that I get up out of bed and head to the bathroom to take a shower. "I smell like ass so I am doing this first. Then we will go."

"Fine with me. I don't like asses in my car," she says and smiles.

I go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. While the water is warming up I look in the mirror. My long brown curly hair is in snaggles from me just laying in bed all day. My eyes are so puffy that you can no longer see my big blue eyes. To put it simply, I look like shit.

Once the water is warm I step in the shower. The warm water relaxes me, but it brings back other memories...

TWO DAYS EARLIER...

Running into the locker rooms after PE is like walking from one hell to another. In one hell you have all the bitchy girls whining about their nails getting broken. In the other you have the smell of rotten socks and dirty clothes...and other things. We have thirty minutes after PE to take a shower before we go to our next class. So I figure I will take it. I am one of the few kids who actually participate in PE. I have to say...I beat ass in this class. All the bitchy girls always take showers to avoid the "dirtbag" look.

I grab my bag of my shower stuff and head into the showers. I turn on the water and let it sooth my sore muscles. I hear people walk in and look over. Awesome. Chelsea's "new" best friends. Tabby and Katie. I can't stand Chelsea anymore. She hates me every since I have stopped being friends with her for Lucas. She wasn't that great of a friend anyways. I constantly had to hear stories about all the different guys she had slept with over the past weekend...ugh. Sick.

They go to the two showers next to me and I hear the talking. They ignore me and act like I am invisible. Quite frankly that is fine with me...

"Yeah and she doesn't even know," I hear Tabby whisper.

"How the fuck doesn't she know! Chelsea like told the whole damn school..." I hear Katie whisper back.

"Everyone is keeping it quite...I mean who wants to break up the golden couple?" Tabby says in a "duh..." tone of voice.

"Yeah but those two were like inseperable that whole summer. Then she got back and they had to hide it," Katie points out.

"Face it Katie. Chelsea is an easy lay. No guy wants anything else but that, from her," Tabby says.

"Yeah but Lucas..." Katie says.

"SHUT UP KATIE!" Tabby yells and looks over at me.

"What about Lucas?" I ask Katie.

"Nothing," she replies quickly. Too quickly. She is lying to me.

"Tell me. Now. I know something is going on," I say and glare at Tabby and Katie.

"Fine," Tabby says. "When you left for the summer Chelsea and Lucas became sort of an "item" then you came back and Lucas told Chelsea that he would keep having sex with her and stuff. But he didn't know how to break up with you. So he was staying with you. They are supposed to meet up tomorrow night. Lucas hasn't been with Chelsea in a long time. She's been bitching about it like crazy."

"Where?" I say and they look at me confused. "Where the fuck are they meeting at?"

"Oh, at that cheap hotel over by the mall. Why...Noelle don't...just dump him," Katie says quickly.

"No. I don't believe you guys. I have to find out if you are just starting shit or not," I ran out of the shower and drived off. Threw on my clothes and headed to my next class...

I step out of the shower and dry off. I put gel in my hair to keep my wild curls tamer and then pull my bangs back to keep them out of my face. I put on my clothes quickly and head back into my room. Kenzie...as usual...has gotten a hold of my phone and is taking random pictures.

"Ready?" she asks once she realizes I am there.

"Duh, let's go," I say and head down the hallway and out the front door.

The whole car ride to the mall we sing at the top of our lungs to the radio. Once we get to the mall we head to my fav store. "What's wrong? You look like you hate life," Joe says. Yes I know them by their first names. They are like friends to me...

"Nothing," I lie.

"Don't make me have a Dr. Phil session over on the couch," he warns.

"No seriously. I'm fine...I'm...I'm just tired," I say looking away.

"Fine. But if you need a session, just let me know," he says and goes to help someone else find a shirt they want.

"I want a hat," Kenzie says.

"They are over there," I say and point to the rack filled with them. She goes over and finds a black one she likes. We check out and head towards her favorite store.

"Stop, hold my stuff. I am gonna put my hat on," she puts her purse and shopping bag into my hands and I stand and look around the mall while she puts it on. "Okay now we are going back and you are having a god damn Dr. Phil Session."

"No, we are not..." I say.

"Yes. We are," she replies and starts walking back to the store. I follow and once we get there Joe looks at me.

"Did you come back for shirts or something...?" he asks curiously.

"No. She wants a Dr. Phil session," Kenzie replies.

"Okay, spill the beans," he says simply. I tell him everything and he listens. Every once in a while he would put in a comment, but other than that he stood there and listened.

"You know what forget about him. Fuck the asshole. Not literally. DON'T FUCK HIM. Just get on your facebook and post a ton of pics of you being happy and be like HA asshole. You aren't going to ruin my life," he says and smiles. Wow, that advise actually helped a lot. I will forget about him. And I will post a ton of pics. I am going to make him regret ever doing this. As we are leaving the store I look back and smile at Joe. He smiles back and waves. We head back out to the car and drive over to Old Navy.

"Remember. Outfits we would never wear. Only three at a time," Kenzie says and walks off. I go and pick out the first three things I find that I wouldn't normally get. We meet up in front of the dressing rooms and choose the handicapped stall. Kenzie looks over at me, "Wow this stuff is actually looking great on you." She takes pictures of it for facebook and I look at them.

"Wow. That dress makes my boobs look nicccceeee," I say and smile.

"You know what? I was thinking the same exact thing about that dress, but I didn't wanna say it and sound all lezbo," she says honestly. I laugh and finish trying on my clothes. We spend about an hour in the dressing rooms. Going back and forth and finding outfits. As we are leaving I look at Kenzie and say,"I really wish I would've brought some money cuz I would've just bought all of those things that I just tried on."

"Girl. We'll come back. Cuz I wanna do the same thing,"she says with a laugh. We get into her car and drive home. Once we get back to my house she looks over at me and says. "So you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, I actually think so. This helped so much. Thanks," I say with a smile.

"No problem-o. Just let me know if you need anything," she says to me as I get out the car.

"I will. Trust me I will," I say and walk back up to my house. I go up to my room and blast "In Pieces" by Linkin Park and sing at the top of my lungs to it. I turn it off and decide. I am done. No longer feeling like I did something wrong. Forget him. Leave him in the dust. I am moving on.