Vanessa's POV
He abandoned me, my first best friend.
“Why are you here?” I ask as he stands up.
“Wow, you look gorgeous, Vehicle,” he says, his nickname for me.
“Don’t change the subject,” I snap.
“I’m here for the weekend; my parents are out with your mom and her boyfriend, so I came here,” he replies.
“Well, I don’t talk to traitors,” I say.
“I’m really sorry. Why were you crying?” he asks with concern.
“It’s nothing. Just leave,” I growl.
“I know when you’re hurt. I saw it in your eyes the day we stopped being friends,” he says, clenching his fist, regret heavy in his voice.
“I’m fine,” I reply.
“Is it a boy? Because I can totally handle him,” he cracks his knuckles.
“We’re going on a date tonight, then he’ll leave me alone,” I say.
“He hurt you and then wants a date? What
