The next day was Friday, the first day that Ben and I would pretend to be just friends. I got up a half-hour earlier to concentrate more on my outfit, hair, and makeup. I was feeling pretty good about the outfit I had chosen and my straightened hair until I got sat down in Libby’s car. As always, Libby looked terrific. She was wearing a mini jean skirt and a see-through black shirt with a black tank underneath it.
During the entire ride to school, Libby focused on Ben. She spent the entire drive to school brainstorming ways to get Ben back, while I sat nauseous trying not to puke.
I am so f*cked.
First, I helped set Libby and Ben up, even though I had been obsessed with him since primary school. Then Libby dumped him because she felt trapped and bored. Finally, Ben and I had
