"You're going to get through this sweetie," my mom said, wiping the hair out of my face.
I didn't answer.
"You two are going to work this out," she promised.
"And if you don't, well I never liked him anyways."
I leaned into her shoulder, taking another bite out of my tub of Cookies and Cream ice cream. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders, clicking up the volume a couple of notches on The Notebook. I was pretty much your typical teenage girl post-heartbreak wreck. Collin and I had fought before. Last year I'd bought him pretty expensive concert tickets to see his favorite band, Fall Out Boy. And three days before we were supposed to go, he signed up for a baseball tournament.
That fight escalated really quickly really fast. I ended up going to the concert with Kimberly, and
