"Bri! Someone's at the door for you!" my mom yelled. I walked downstairs, grabbed the sweetened iced tea that I made from the other night, and saw Effy at the door.

"Eff!" I ran over to her and hugged her. I hadn't seen her in forever.

"I came to walk to school with you, Bri. Coming?" she said, extending her hand.

"Yes, let's," I said, taking her hand, "Bye, mum!"

"So, how was your summer?" she asked.

"Eh, Cook and Freddie and I got chlamydia. But I didn't get it from either of them, how was Italy?" That was a lie. I was pretty sure I got chlamydia from Cook since he was the only person I slept with the entire summer.

"Good. Oh, you should've been there, it was fucking marvelous. The food, the boys, no legal drinking age, the perfect place to go batshit and just not give a fuck about anything."

I always wished I could go to Italy, it sounded great...

During my free period, I found Naomi on the green, and she looked troubled.

"Hey, Nomes. You ok?" I said.

She nodded, but she didn't look convincing.

"You sure?"

"Bri, if I tell you, do you promise not to tell anyone? Please?"

"I won't tell a soul, promise," I kneeled next to her.

She took a deep breath, "I knew the dead girl. I met Sophia at an opening day at a university. If I told the police I knew her and saw her at the party, I could go to jail. And Emily wants to go traveling next year, but I want to go to university, which could be a referendum on our relationship. And, and well, I sorta...."

My eyes widened, "No! You didn't! You," I lowered my voice to a whisper, "You cheated on Emily?"

"Yes, I did. Emily's already suspicious of me, I don't know what to do," she said, her hands shaking, and she looked like she was about to cry.

"This is out of my hands, Naomi. Either come clean or don't and pray she doesn't find out," I realized I probably didn't sound comforting, but then again, what she did was nothing to be proud of.

Two nights later, Cook and I went to a party. Everyone else was there except for Katie. I saw Freddie and Effy dancing, looks like they're together again. Cook and I started dancing for a while until he got distracted by something. I looked over at what he was staring at, Freddie and Effy were kissing, and it was bothering Cook. A lot. There was no way he was over her. He had seemed to completely forget I was there.

"Cook?"

"What? What the fuck do you want?!" he yelled in my face. I felt slightly horrified, since he had never yelled at me like that, and I walked out.

"Bri, come on! I'm sorry I just-" he tried to follow me.

"Just what? You're still in love with her, my fucking best friend. I see the way you've been looking at her ever since she's come back."

"I'm not! I'm completely over her," he said.

"Then look me in the eyes and tell me that. Tell me that you don't love her."

He didn't say anything, which caused me to scoff, "I knew it, I fucking knew it."

I tried to walk away but Cook grabbed my arm and kissed me, so I pulled away and slapped him.

"I'm not your fucking rebound," I said. I ran off and ignored Cook calling my name twice.

All I could do was cry, I loved him, but he would never love me, never...