Trying To Heal

That night, I slept over at Victoria's house. After crying in her arms at school, I had told her what I had saw. She was just as surprised as I was, because she would always say that Logan and I would last and we were made for each other.

I didn't even enjoy Maria's dinner and I always love it. I guess I was too distracted and heartbroken to enjoy it. Victoria did everything she could to cheer me up. We watched movies and ate ice-cream all night. It helped because for a while I forget everything, but there was always something that brought the memories back.

Logan called my phone a few times, but I ignored his call. When his calls became incessant and annoying, I shut my phone off. I didn't want to hear what he had to say. I didn't want to hear his lies and excuses. 

The following day, I was at my locker getting my books for class, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see who it was. When I saw the person, I turn back around. My anger returning again.

"I know that you hate me, but please listen." Trisha said, behind me.

I get the books I needed, close my locker and turn around again. "Why should I? Weren't you and Logan making out enough?"

She held her head down and sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Are you sorry because you were with my boyfriend or because you got caught?" I asked, bringing the books to my chest, crossing my arms.

"It's not like that," she began. "Look Emily, I have liked Logan for a long time now, so I couldn't help myself when he approached me. It was like a dream come true. Eventually, I came to my senses and I felt guilty about the whole thing, so I tried to end it, but I couldn't. You have to believe me, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Wait. How long has this been going on?" I asked, even though I didn't want to hear the answer.

She brush her black hair behind her ears, before looking down guiltily. "Three months." She whispered.

My eyes widen. "You have been screwing with my boyfriend for three months!" I said in total disbelief. "I can't believe this." This was getting too much for me to handle.

"Emily, I'm really-" Trisha began, but I cut her off. I didn't want to hear anymore. I felt sick at the thought.

"I have to get to class." I said, turning away from her and walking to my class.

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"I can't believe he had been cheating on me for three months." I said to Victoria at lunch. "He has been toying with me. He used and played me. I feel like such a fool."

"Don't beat yourself up, Em. There is no way you could have known." Tori said pushing her tray aside. We had finished eating and was just sitting down and talking.

"Yeah, but that's the thing. I did see the signs. He had being acting distant lately, but I ignored it because I refused to believe he would do something like that." I said, then sighed heavily.

Tori looked at me with sad eyes. "I'm sorry Emily." She said, then all of a sudden getting angry. "¡Imbécil! I'm going to cut off his balls and stuff it in his mouth!"

I laugh at what she said, feeling much better. "When did you get so violent?"

"Since that sorry excuse for a person decided to hurt my best friend. He shouldn't get away with it." Tori expressed.

"True, but I'm fine." I looked up at her and smile a little. "I will be fine. I'm just glad I found out when I did." 

"Yeah and screw him. He don't know what he's missing." Tori replied, cheering me up.

"Yeah." I said. Tori grinned at me, then stretch across the table and pull me in a tight hug. The bell sounded signalling the end of lunch and we both pull apart and giggled.

"Come on. Let's get to class." Tori said, getting up from her seat. I got up as well and we both put down our trays and left the cafeteria.

Tori and I didn't have the same class, so we said goodbye to each other and I head to my History class. As soon as I reach the door, I remembered something. Logan was in this class as well. How could I forget that? So much for avoiding him.

When I entered the class, I spot Logan at the middle of the room where he usually sits. The seat beside him where I usually sit was empty. We always sit there beside each other in every History class. He would always fool around with me when the teacher was not looking. Now I know that was all a lie. 

I turn my eyes from his direction and sat at the front. I take out my book and silently pray that this class would be over and done with so I could get far away from him. 

During class, I was busy doing my work, when I hear someone whisper my name. Knowing who it was, I ignore it. Soon after, I felt a paper ball hit me on my shoulder. I turn around abruptly, shooting a glare at Logan, who was two rows down.

"Emily, we have to talk." He whispered.

"I've got nothing to say to you." I shot back.

"Just please hear me out." He persisted.

"Go to hell, Logan." I whisper-yell before turning back around. Thankfully, the teacher's back was turn and he didn't hear us.

Logan call my name again, but I continue to ignore him. I didn't want to hear what he have to say. He has no excuse for treating me the way he did. He threw away what we had by cheating on me. He hurt me bad and I don't think I'll ever forgive him for that.