I was expecting Blair’s faithful group of friends to terrorize me for breaking her heart, but they only send an endless wave of death glares my way from across the cafeteria. It’s not even noon yet, though. Maybe they just haven’t come up with the best way to make my life a living hell, yet.

I crane my neck and send a nervous glance in their direction. My grey eyes meet Blair’s brown ones, but she quickly breaks eye contact. She says something to her friends before getting up and leaving the canteen in a hurry. Suzanne, Luke’s sister, and Blair’s best friend follows suit.

Realizing that I’m the reason why she’s upset, I almost get up to follow her, but I decide not to. I really don’t want to create drama at school.

As far as I know, news about my one night’s affair hasn’t spread yet, surprisingly enough,and I like to keep it that way. Having Blair scream what a cheating bastard I am across the hallway doesn’t really seem like a way to assure that.

I’ll go talk to her some other day, to minimize the damage, and get rid of the guilt.

Guilt...Is that’s what’s causing this feeling in the pit of my stomach?

Nah. I probably just shouldn’t have eaten chili con carne last night. Mom’s always a little too generous with the chili pepper.

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Just when I thought that I’ve survived the day without being confronted with any of the members of Blair’s clique, Suzanne yells, “Hey, dickhead!”

I can only assume it’s me she’s calling, so I turn around and reluctantly stride her way, “Hello to you too, sweetheart.”

She rolls her eyes at me and crosses her arms, “Let’s cut the pleasantries, Blake.”

“Looks like you already have.” I murmur. I was expecting her to be mad at me, but I still think it’s crazy. It’s not her I’ve hurt.

“Excuse me that I’m not really in the mood to joke around with the boy who just broke my best friend’s heart.” she spits out angrily.

“Why talk to me then?”

“Cause I need to tell you a couple of things.”

I arch an eyebrow, and wait for her to start.

“First of all, you’re an asshole.” I can’t help but laugh at the bluntness of her statement, and feel bad because of its verity.

She glares at me, and states, “I never did understand what she ever saw in you. You’re a selfish bastard and-”

I can already sense where this conversation is heading- she’s going to list of everything that’s wrong with me, and I really don’t want to stand here and listen. So I turn around to walk away, but Suanne locks my arm in a surprisingly strong grasp. “I’m not done yet.”

“Well, I am.” I tug my arm free, and head towards my car.

She doesn’t try to stop me, but I know that walking away from her isn’t going to stop her from trying to get her point across. Little does she know, I’m aware of what a dick I am already.

I loathe myself at times like this, and I’m happy I do. Indifference would make me an even bigger asswhole. But I’d rather be one of those bastards who doesn’t even realize just how much he really sucks. Ignorance is bliss.