In The Middle Of The Party

I dressed my best and drove to Spencer's house, where it took her five minutes to open the door. She was wearing a stunning party dress, all ready to go to the party. We walked over to Liam's house where loud music was already busting through the windows. Before Spencer and I could even knock on the door, Matt opened it, a smile plastered on his face.

"Spencer! Emerald!", he greeted us. "Come in!" We returned the greetings and I gave the now 15 year old a gift wrapped in red and blue polka-dots. He thanked me and gave us room to come into the house.

The stench of the party -the smoking, the drinking, bodies rubbing together- hit my nose and I looked around my surroundings. There were some familiar faces like Jessica, my preschool teacher's daughter, and her best friend Amy. And there was Vanessa over in a corner near the stairs sucking out the tongue of one of the neighborhood's school jock. Gross.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks", Spencer shouted above the loud music pounding in the air.

"OK", I answered, a bit nervous of being left alone. This was just an innocent party? Right?

To my relief, Spencer returned a few minutes later with a smile and drinks in her hand. She handed me a red cup with liquid and told me to drink it.

I have never drunk a tip of alcohol in my 17 years on Earth. I turned to Spencer to object, but she was nowhere to be found.

Within a few minutes of waiting for Spencer, I realized that she had left me for good so I walked around and made small talk with some of my classmates.

After wrapping up a boring conversation with my math teacher's son, I walked off to the kitchen hoping to find something to drink. I had abandoned my drink on the counter in the kitchen. I opened the fridge door and took out a bottle of water. I pulled of the cap, and started to chuck down the water. I walked off and was making my way out of the kitchen when I was crushed in the chest of a douche bag. I fell on the floor, straight on my butt. Ouch! I looked up and saw the one and only, sexy Greek God himself, Liam Jones, in the flesh.

I looked up speechless with my mouth in an O shape. How entirely stupid of me! Liam looked down at me, extremely amused of how nervous I was but the grin on his face soon disappeared. He sniffed the air once, then again. Then he looked back down on me. He offered me his hand to take, which I did. A wave of sparks crashed into my hand, causing me to let go of his hand, and I toppled back onto the floor. Liam had a look of shock and pleasure on his face as he looked at me one last time and disappeared. A few persons were in the kitchen at the time, and a kind girl helped me to my feet.

I walked out of the kitchen, in complete fury. That jerk! How dare he leave me on the floor like that? Didn't his mom teach him any manners, or how to respect a lady? The next time we meet, I will most definitely give him a piece of my mind.

I was lost in my thoughts when I was crashed into by another stupid human being. Great. Is everyone so intoxi that they're suddenly deaf? The person holds my hand and asks me if I'm alright.

"Yea. But I would be better if you hadn't crashed into me in the first place-"

I stop suddenly because of the person I'm talking to. No, it's not Liam.

It's my ex boyfriend. Jack.

Asshole.

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*Start of flashback*

I park into my boyfriend's driveway and grab all of the things we will need for our plans today. I unlock his front door with the key his parents gave to me before flying off to Mexico for their vacation and tip toe up the stairs.

I have movies, snacks, my pillow and Poppy, my favorite stuffed animal from my childhood and I'm all planned for our anniversary . Today would make 9 months that we have been dating, and I'm so excited. I also talked to my mom about 'the thing'. Yes, 'the thing'. I 2ant to make him happy because I love him. And I know he loves me back. I just know he's the right guy.

By now, I'm outside his room. I reach for the knob to surprise my boyfriend until I hear a moan. And those sounds.

No. No. No.

I twist the door knob and send the door flying open like the start of the music video, 'Havana' by Camilla Cabello . And I front of my eyes, is an image that will never leave my mind. My boyfriend cheating on me. With another girl. In his bed. Where I was suppose to be laying. Where I had my first kiss.

Everything I have in my hand falls on the floor in slow motion, just like my heart.

Jack pushes the girl off of him and she lands on the floor, knocking over a few things. Jack wraps the sheets around his naked body, his faced filled with shock and regret. Then guilt.

Everything vanishes from my brain and I feel... Empty. Not good enough.

I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. I can't breathe. And I don't need Google to tell me that I'm experiencing shock.

"How could you?", I finally squeak.

His face falls. "You weren't suppose to be home until 5", came the reply.

"That doesn't make it right!", I shout on full crying mode. "How dare you cheat on me! I loved you." My voice gets soft and my throat feels as if it's closing up.

"I love you too baby. Come here", he holds out his arms.

What. A. Fucking. Jerk.

I walk up to him and my palm connects with the his cheek.

"I hope you have fun with your flavor of the week. Because We. Are. Done. Finish", I spit. I walk out of his room, and slam the door.

I run down the stairs and stop when I see a framed picture of us on the wall. I grab it and through it in the wall, the glass spreading everywhere.

"Fuck!", I scream and yank open the door and walk to my car.

Why does life have to be so fucking unfair?

I start the engine and drive over to my best friend's house, not even calling her to tell her I'm coming over. I race up the wooden steps of Spencer's door and knock it as loud as a person with a broken heart can.

I hear Spencer running down the stairs and opening the door. "Emerald!", she greets me and then sees my ruined face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Did Jack do this?", she ask concerned. Because I don'tnreally has much energy at this point, I just manage to nod. "I swear to the Gods, I'm gonna kill him", Spencer threatens.

Spencer drags me in a warm cup and brings me into the house, closing the door with her foot.

She took me to the kitchen and gave me some tea, and we sang, 'I will survive', six times.

It took twelve cups of tea to survive that day. And one year. But it only took a matter of seconds for Jack to break my heart open.

*End of flashback *