Boyfriend Points

MAYA’S POV I told myself that I wouldn't be that girl. That I wouldn't be the girl who falls apart after she found out her boyfriend of two years had cheated on her. But alas, here I was in my kitchen; a walking cliche wearing my robe, my hair a mess and shoving a whole tub of ice cream in my mouth as all the sad songs in my playlist blared through my phone speaker. "You are so pathetic." I whispered to myself as I caught sight of my reflection in my dresser mirror. Major, my brown Great Dane looked up at me curiously. He stood beside my bed, resting his head on my knee. Even my dog didn't know how to comfort me in this broken state. I patted his head as if to tell him he tried his best but nothing could make me feel better now. I thought of Daniel. My ex-boyfriend, Daniel. There was no finding anyone even remotely like Daniel. There was no way anyone out there could exist who knew that I had four different favourite flavours of ice cream depending on the weather or the fact that I would rather eat dirt than agree to eat anything with raisins in it. He knew all my likes and dislikes, he knew me. And I thought I had known him. But apparently not. The dirty lying cheater! My house was quiet and mostly dark and I was grateful for that. I knew for a fact that I'd be hounded by my father and little brother if they were here right now. They would ask me millions of questions about why I was crying and threaten to hunt down and hurt whoever had hurt me. And quite frankly, I could do without all that. It would only make me feel worse. So thank God for my father's navy buddies annual camping trip. At least it got him and my little brother, Eddie out of the house long enough for me to be miserable all on my own. I picked up my phone and started scrolling through old pictures of Daniel and I. And then I started to cry again. And when I say cry, I don't mean that sad crying you see the pretty girls on TV do, I'm talking down right ugly crying with snot running down my nose and the whole shabam. Crying so ugly that when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the refrigerator, I was terrified. I probably would have cried harder at this miserable sight if it wasn't for the knock I heard at the door. I perked up. I immediately assumed it must be Ms Andrews from next door coming to check on me. She was supposed to be checking in as a favour to my father from time to time while he and Eddie were gone. I silently groaned. The last thing I wanted was her reporting to my father that she had found his daughter on the brink of death by ice cream as she cried her eyes out. I walked over to the back kitchen door where the knock was coming from. I peeked through the peep hole and was more than shocked to see that it wasn't infact Mrs Andrews. It was one of my neighbors but not one I would ever expect to come knocking at my door. Heck, the last time this boy even knocked at my door was back when we were thirteen. I dutifully swung the door open to reveal the full form of Zachary Andrews in all his glory. Zachary Andrews is at my doorstep, that’s not weird at all. I thought to myself sarcastically. I blinked at him clearly showing my confusion, wondering if his house was on fire or if he had been robbed. Because God knows those are the only reasons he would show up at my door step. Or on a milder note, maybe Mrs Andrews - his mother had sent him. "Maya." He nodded at me, no visible emotion on his face. "You look like hell." I snapped out of my stupor and glared, remembering exactly why this boy wasn't my friend anymore. I folded my arms across my chest. "What do you want, Zach?" He gave me a sly smile. "The exact thing you want, I suspect. To hurt Daniel Trueman and Cindy Wright."