A part of me wishes Harry would stop me from leaving his room and follow me down the stairs, but I know better than to hope for something that is clearly just not in the cards right now. I broke his heart many moons ago, and he was right. I would forever be the one who hurt him the most. I could see this clear as day now, especially because Harry was—and is—my first love, and broken can't even describe the state my heart is in right now, feeling like I've lost him.

The last couple days, my mind has been in a place of hope when it comes to him. Thinking that we'd fall back together the way we always do. But being here and being reminded of what I had done to him and how I made him feel, is devastating. It was like a smack in the face; a wake up call. I knew I had broke him. And I had broken myself in the process. The remembrance of why I tried to commit suicide very apparent now. The world around me shattered as I lost everything in that one small moment in time, unable to come back from it. Losing myself in ways I never thought would happen again. That invisible notion of not being worthy of life is reappearing inside of me, realizing my demons have followed me here; resurfacing.

The reality of everything came crashing at me all at once. I lied to him. And it wasn't just a small lie, it was a big one. And despite the fact that my feelings for him were real, I could see why he would believe that every word I ever said to him wasn't true. And he knows that over the last few months even more lies were told. Even though so much of what I said and how I felt, was sincere, there was still a lot of dishonesty on my part that could have been avoided. I can easily see now, why he would so effortlessly not trust a word that came out of my mouth. Why would he? I'm just a liar, unable to explain why.

It's hard to know for sure how Harry is feeling at this particular moment. Did he really ever love me? Was this all really a lie? Because I can see him wanting to be the one to hurt me if he thinks I was in this for all the wrong reasons. Protecting himself from being the one who gets hurt. There is a good chance he really was just out to get his revenge on me. That he did play me the entire time. And I am getting exactly what I deserved. But I can't be certain of what the truth is at all.

He was sad. He was angry. His words sometimes didn't match up with his facial expressions. It's hard to decipher what's going on in his head, leaving everything unanswered. Confused is an understatement, because I still don't know anything, other than the fact that Jenny is behind part of it, and I need to get answers. Her involvement in all of this doesn't make sense to me whatsoever.

I know that I'm not thinking clearly as I walk down the stairs. Too many thoughts floating around in my head. Harry's Mom is sitting at the bottom, drinking tea. She turns around when she hears me sniffle, and stands up. I should be running out the door right now, wanting to get away from this dreadful moment, but my legs don't seem to really want to move. The energy sucked right out of me.

"Oh, hunny," she coos softly, opening her arms, insisting for me to let her hug me. I take her up on her offer, allowing myself to be wrapped up in her arms, not caring who it is. Just knowing that all I need is someone to take the pain away. "Everything will work out."

"It wont," I cry. "Too many things have gone wrong."

She rubs my back and squeezes me for a moment before letting me go to look at me. She wipes a tear from my face, keeping her eyes on mine. This woman is far too caring towards a girl that broke her son's heart and constantly lied to him. "You will figure it out. Couples don't fight the way you just did, unless there's something to fight for."

I start walking towards the door when I see Harry at the top of the stairs out of my peripheral vision. I don't look up to look at him, hoping he wont know I know he's there. "Just tell him I love him." I turn to open the door, trying to hold in my tears, holding onto the doorknob. This is the last time I'll be here. He sees that I'm leaving. Maybe he'll say something if I just wait a minute.

"You guys just apparently need to stop lying and tell the truth," his Mom says, making me turn back to her. "Hunny, the truth will set you free."

The truth will set you free. She's right. I need answers. And I need them now. I know her words were meant for Harry and I, but there's truth I need to find elsewhere right now. I don't say anything else, turning around and opening the door quickly. I hurry down the stairs of the porch, skipping the walkway, running across the grass and back to the house I'm apparently supposed to call home in a matter of weeks.

I can't imagine living next to Harry over the summer. I can't imagine even going back to school right now, living in the dorm next to him, going to classes with him. Seeing him every day. After all of this, nothing will be the same. He'll be too close for comfort no matter where I go. And fixing it all seems impossible.

"Dad!" My voice echoes through the empty house as I run into the door from the garage. I see the car keys on the counter and pick them up quickly. He appears at the top of the basement stairs, gasping when he sees my face full of tears. "I have to go out. I'm taking the car."

"What happened with Harry?" he asks hastily. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I have to go. I'll be back soon though, I promise."

"Where are you going?"

I'm out of the house before I can answer. Not caring to tell Dad what happened with Harry or where I'm headed. I don't have time to explain. I need to get to Jenny's. It's funny the way the memory works, remembering things that don't matter, because I don't even need to think about how to get to Jenny's house. Where was my mind when I needed it to remember more important things?

I don't give myself time to think about what I want to say to Jenny when I reach her house. I don't even think I close the door when I get out of the car before running to the front door and frantically pounding on it. I'm angry and upset, my mind veering to thoughts I can't even decipher. I know I'm not stable at the moment and I shouldn't be here. I can only hope that my fist doesn't have a mind of its own, because I would like to beat her to a living pulp right about now. She ruined us again. She somehow had the capability to squash everything that Harry and I were, everything that we had. Why would she do this? It's all her fault.

"Can I help you?" A maid appears in the doorway and in my state, I don't seem to really care, as I push passed her and storm up to Jenny's room. Up the white carpeted rounded staircase and down the long hallway I have walked many times in my life. This house is far too big. Much like Jenny's head. I can hear the maid screaming after me, but I don't hear the words spouting out of her mouth. The thoughts in my head are much too loud to understand anything going on around me.

I open the door to Jenny's bedroom. She walks out of her walk-in closet when she hears me open the door. Everything around me goes silent as she stares at me with her big blue eyes. The voices in my head disappear and all I can hear is the sound of my heart and my heavy breathing. At first she looks shocked to see me but when her expression changes, giving me a smirk, I allow myself to walk all the way into her room and slam the door behind me, knocking a picture off the wall that lands with a small thud onto the light pink carpet.

"I thought I'd be seeing you at some point," she finally says, breaking the silence. "I thought it'd be sooner to be honest. What happened to your eye? I knew Harry wasn't the nicest, I just didn't think he'd do that. Looks like I've just done you a favor."

"Oh my God, Harry didn't do this to me!" I retort. "What did you say to him? You wrecked everything—again! What made you think it was okay to screw around with our relationship? I don't get it Jenny! Why?"

"Oh come on, Paisley," she laughs, rolling her eyes at me. "I did you a favor. Harry isn't a good guy."

"You don't even know him!" I scream. "He is a good guy. He was mine, until you came along and screwed that up. What did you say, Jenny?"

"Okay, just calm down," she says, sitting down on her king sized bed. She puts one of her many pink pillows on her lap as she crosses her legs. "Apparently he never told you about me, which I find quite fascinating. Come sit down. I have a story to tell you." She pats the bed in front of her, and I take a deep breath before I allow my feet to move across the room to her bed.

Sitting down, I lean against one of the four posts of her bed opposite to her, not getting too comfortable. Her wanting to tell me a story, one that Harry apparently should have told me, has me intrigued. I don't like the ideas that have quickly found their way into my imagination, and so I know I need to calm down and listen, hoping that none of what I've just thought of could be true.

"Well, as you know, Harry isn't the nerd he once was," she starts. "He came back to school in grade twelve without glasses and this gorgeous head of curls. Even had some tattoos! He was basically to die for, which I guess you understand, since you guys were, what? Together?"

"Just get to the point."

"Well, I knew you liked him," she continues. "And you know that I always liked the same boys you did. I always have. I knew the whole time you were together that you had feelings for him, and that the dare wasn't really a dare for you—"

"And yet you still did what you did," I scoff, shaking my head.

"Anyways," she rolls her eyes. "I figured if you actually did like him, he must be a nice guy. I mean, I remembered he treated you decent and took you on nice dates. And since he wasn't a nerd anymore, I thought I'd try to have my chance with him. I mean, God, he was so hot, everyone wanted him. How could I not want to?"

My eyes widen as I listen to her words. I try not to come to conclusions in my head, but I have a feeling I know where this is going, knowing exactly the kind of guy Harry turned into after what I did to him.

"I was surprised when he gave me a chance," she goes on. "I mean, after all that happened. But he said he didn't care about everything that happened with you and that it was all forgotten. We hung out a few times, he took me to his house to fool around. It was fun, except he had a picture of you sitting on his dresser that he was pretty set on leaving there, which always pissed me off. I always felt like you were watching, and I hated it."

"Jenny, please just get to the point."

"He used me, Paisley!" she says, raising her voice. "He got what he wanted and then basically threw me away like I was nothing to him!"

"And because of this, you decided to make up some bullshit about me?" I scream back. I hate realizing my thoughts went in the right direction, not wanting to believe it. This girl sitting in front of me is just another one of the many girls Harry's screwed around with, not caring if she got hurt in the end. I wish I could say that I feel bad that he hurt her somehow, but I don't. I don't think what he did was right by any means, but I'm happy she felt some kind of pain. And although I could sense that her doing this was just to get some kind of revenge on him, I don't understand how it made Harry think I was playing games with him. "When did you see him anyways?"

"We ran into each other at the coffee shop the other morning," she explains. "He was sitting alone so I sat with him, wanting to know about you guys since you ran off with him when we saw you at Milestone's together at Christmas. It was shocking to see you together again. I mean, it all didn't seem right. So when I saw him, I had to ask how it happened, and I could tell he was mad at himself when he accidentally admitted to me that you didn't remember him or know who he was."

"And so you made up a story about me?" I ask, standing from the bed. "You thought it would be funny for him to think I was playing him again?"

"Sometimes my quick thinking astounds me!" she laughs.

"This isn't funny, Jenny!" I scream. "He doesn't believe a word I'm telling him! You ruined everything, and you don't even know us anymore! Why would you even bother? God, I can't believe this!"

"He fucked with the wrong girl," she screams back, standing up next to me, crossing her arms. "You know me, I always get people back."

I can't believe the words coming out of her mouth, no matter how expected this all is when it comes to her. What I hate most about it, is knowing that it's true. Jenny doesn't lie. She likes the truth, especially when it comes to hurting people. The extent of her story telling are malicious and unkind, an example of what she did to Harry. But I know that every word she said to me is true, because she knows her words are damaging me, and I'm certain she can tell just how much, since tears are welling up in my eyes.

I walk back across the room towards the door. I don't need to be here anymore, now that I've gotten the answers I came for. The last thing I want is for her to see me cry. When I was friends with her, I was a stronger person than I am now. I don't want her to see that I'm weak, especially since the smug expression on her face isn't faltering and it's making me feel powerless. 

"You really didn't know who he was?" she asks. I turn back to her to see she now has a shocked look on her face as if a light bulb went off in her head.

"No, I just found out," I answer quietly. "You shouldn't have done this! Harry turned into that guy because of that dare. He was a nice person until you sunk your evil nails into him. And he was a nice person again! He was good to me and we were better together this time than we were in high school until somehow you got into his head again. You should have just left us alone! We were happy and everything was fine until you came along and ruined it again."

"I'm sorry," she tries.

"An apology isn't going to fix this!" I scream. "And I honestly can't believe karma hasn't gotten you yet! Why hasn't it gotten you? You're the one who's always done the wrong thing! Why are you still here, living this great life after all you've done, when I have gone through things your worst nightmares are made of?"

She gulps. Eyes wide, staring at me screaming at her. The tears are now streaming down my face, much to my dismay. But I'm so mad, I don't care anymore. I walk back over to her, anger taking over my every sense.

"Karma will get you, Jenny. You just wait," I seethe. "It'll get you good. And let me tell you, you will deserve every second of it."

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A/N: So the truth is finally out! Jenny was one of the first girls Harry used/played games with, and now karma is coming to bite him for it, in the form of Jenny getting her revenge!

We are getting really close to the end of the book, which I am really sad about. Hope you are still enjoying it! How do you think things are going to turn out?

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