“I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.” I repeated as Christy walked around my room with her hands clenched into fists. I sobbed into my pillow; my eyes now dry as Christy sighed, then unclenched her fists as she looked at me with a sad smile covering her lips. I wanted to sob even more because that smile meant it’s over. Cyrus and I, whatever we had- if we even had anything, was over. It was gone. Because of Miranda and him. What if what she said was true? What if they were secretly dating and Cyrus was just stringing me along?
“You should get home…” I said, sniffling as I sat up. She shook her head no.
“No, I’m not leaving.” She said, cracking her knuckles once more.
“Why not?” I asked. I just wanted to be alone.
“Because I’ll just drive to that party and snap his neck like
