Chapter 11

Today is Sunday and all I've really done is eat a pint of ice cream in my pajamas, in the hopes of forgetting everything that happened last night.

But the truth is, last night is all that has been on my mind ever since I walked away from Zack. And the guilt has been eating me up.

It's one thing to sleep with your best friend's enemy, but to throw it in the person's face, in Zack's face makes me feel like the most horrible person alive.

I know I can't justify what I did, and I'm not even pissed that he lied to me about staying in a motel, but he pushed me too far. I blink back tears as I remember the way she looked at him, and the way he looked at her.

He wanted her.

And it still hurt that when the going got tough, he ran to her.

She was his first choice. He ran to her to get away from me.

"Oh, come on, Aubrey. You need to get out." Erika says for the tenth time, pulling on my hand.