I can't believe it. My boyfriend is cheating on me. I couldn't believe it. This is so stupid. Today was the worst day of my life. All of my friends and I were sitting at our usual table and as usual their boyfriends cane up before fourth hour began to kiss them, except me. Now I don't have anyone. I. Am. A. Loner. I feel awful and I feel like I could barf. My friends and I have planned to hang out after school today, to cheer me up. Hopefully I'll find someone new. "Hey have you seen the new guy in town," Maddie asks. "No,"

"He's really hot."

"And he's going to our school."

"I don't care!" I blurt out and storm out of the cafeteria grabbing my binders and loose papers. I turn the corner and ram into somebody. "Ow." I say and look up to see a boy about my age standing there. "Er uh sorry," he says and kneels down picking up my papers. He reminds me of someone I know but I can't pinpoint it. "Yeah it's uh fine," I say. "Hey uh maybe I can make it up to you or something. Maybe like by you a coffee," he asks. "I'm good," I say and start to walk away. "Wait, I'm Matthew," he says. "That's nice," I respond and walk away. Was he the new guy? And who does he look like?

The last bell goes off and schools out. "Hey you!" A voice calls. I turn around and it's Matthew. "Tell me your name." He says. "Why?" I ask. He shrugs and I tell him, Bridget. "Bridget? I used to know a Bridget. She used to live near my when I was in San Francisco. I used to torture her. ALOT." He rants. "Mashew Cashew?" All the memories come back. "Bridget?" He asked. "Oh my god I don't now how this is happening." I inhale slowly. "From this point on leave me the hell alone." I say and storm off.

Matthew cashew was a name me and my friend gave Matthew when we were young. He's always torment us and throw cashews at us. That stopped when my friend died in a tragic car accident. He and his family were on life support for about a month until his uncle took him off. We were only thirteen then and it was the worst day of my life.

I walk to the parking lot and drive back home. A couple of tears file down my cheek thinking of my friend. How many laughs we had together. I push away the memories and drive home.

Rain started to come down and I hear thunder in the distance. The wind picks up and I can barely see out the window. I remember after rain had fallen and me and my friend would go out and slide down the old hill. Then we'd come back home and our moms would scream at us. They new we would never stop doing that. We'd usually get strep throat and we'd sit on his couch and watch t.v and drink hot cocoa.

I pull up to my driveway and head inside. I put my keys on the table and look around the house. This whole house I had for the next two days. My parents were gone on a vacation.

I go to the living room and plop on the couch. My pretzels are always sitting on the table and I grab a few and turn the t.v on. "Romeo,Romeo, take me away," I lady says on the t.v. I press a few channels until I find an episode of Pretty Little Liars. I love that show.