The next few days were utterly exhausting and boring. I went to school, worked, went home, slept. That meant no Christian. I missed him.

It was finally Friday once again and I was happy as can be. No one could rain on my parade! I had the best friends I could ask for. You win some, you lose some, I guess. Well, I wouldn't consider Christian my friend, more my fuck buddy to say the least. Kinda vulgar but I mean, we hadn't even had sex yet.

As I exit my last-period class I'm in such a good mood because hello, it's the weekend!

I didn't have work today. I just got to lounge on the couch just me, myself, and I. That is if Christian doesn't come over. I make my way towards the parking lot to see that a ton of people have already left. Probably because I dozed off a little and no one woke me up when the bell rang.

I still woke up happy as a dog. And I still am! I round the last corner to my car to see that Christian's car was still there. I smiled and started to walk over towards it and immediately stopped in my tracks at the sight. It was him alright. With a girl. Not just any girl though.

But Samantha. My ex-best friend. I knew she would pull some shit like this. Tell him things about me to make him not like me.

She was all over him as they kissed as if their life depended on it. His hands were stuck in his pockets as if he were to touch her he would burn. I debated if I should go over there and raise hell or just go home. I don't know but I was freaking hurt.

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and I felt as if I was going to burst any second. I sighed and turned to walk to my car. That was until I heard him shout, "Reagan!"

I stopped in my tracks and looked over my shoulder to see him running over to me. "What," I spat. "You know what, no, don't ever speak to me again, okay?"

"Reagan listen it's not-."

"...What it looks like. Yeah, I've heard it all fucking before. Fuck you, Christian." His hand reached out to grab my arm and I flinched away, "Don't touch me."

"I'm sorry. Just listen-." He ran a hand through his hair.

"No, I'm not going to listen. You can't fucking lie and say that you didn't just kiss her. I saw it with my eyes."

"Christian come on! I need to go," Sam whines stomping her foot. I saw her smirking as if she knew what trouble she just caused. Fuck her. Fuck them both.

"Better go. She doesn't like waiting, Chris." I mentally high-fived myself for using that nickname he hated. I had always wanted to ask him why he hated it but never got around to it. I turned back around and headed towards my car, not glancing one more time at him. But at least now I get to go home and not give a fuck about eating a tub of moose track ice cream and watching a movie.

Once I reach my car I get in and slam the door shut and I feel oddly...relaxed. I shouldn't feel this way though. I almost confessed my love for this man and he goes off and kisses another girl. Wait- love? I didn't love him. How could I love someone who pulled almost the same shit my past lover did? It made no sense.

I start my car and drive home. Still oddly feeling okay. Why do I feel okay? I should feel sad. Heartbroken. Destroyed.

Once I arrive home I climb out of my car and head inside. I grab a slice of pizza from last night and shove it in my mouth. I then find a spot on the couch and begin to binge-watch That 70s Show. In the middle of my third episode, the chime of a door goes off and my mother's voice is heard, "Sweetie?"

"In the living room Mom!" I shout.

She comes into the room with a smile on her face, "Hey baby girl, how was your day?" She may not be home very often, but she sure does know how to make me feel welcome.

I shrug, "Fine." I felt my heart pang in my body.

She curiously looks at me, tilting her head sideways, "Are you okay?"

And that's where I break down, full-on bawling. "No. I'm not mommy." I hate when people ask me if I am okay while I'm upset. Anytime someone does it I completely break down. I'm not sure why.

She rounds the couch and brings me in close to her, pulling me to her chest. I sob, immediately soaking her shirt. "It's gonna be okay, Rea. I'm here." I couldn't make out any words as my mom stroked the back of my hair trying to calm me down. "I love you, baby."

I took a few breaths before saying, "I love you too, Mom." I pulled back from her touch and wiped under my eyes, getting the tears off my face. God, I probably looked like a mess. My foundation was probably stained and mascara was all under my eyes. I probably looked like a woman on crack.

She grabs my hand gently and looks into my eyes, "What's got you so down, baby girl?"

I sigh, "Christian and I had a fight." I didn't feel like going into detail. It would just be too confusing because we weren't even dating but she thought we were dating and ugh-

She squeezed my hand, "Oh baby, I'm sorry." She paused for a moment, "It's normal for couples to have fights though. It's healthy, it helps strengthen your relationship. Relationships are worth fighting for but you can't be the only one fighting."

I take in her words before nodding in agreement. Then I started to think about my dad. "Is that why you and dad got divorced? Because only one of y'all was fighting for the relationship?"

She gave me a small sad smile, "Sometimes you just know when it's not going to last. In our case, I knew. But we got the most beautiful children out of it." She pinched my cheek.

"I've been thinking about going to see him," I tell her.

She nods, "That would be a good idea. Why don't you go up there this weekend and get your mind off of that boy? It will do you good."

I bite my lip. "Okay. I'll go get a flight for tomorrow morning." I kiss her cheek before striding up the stairs to my bedroom. I grab my laptop off my desk and search for flights from Aspen to Seattle. I find one that leaves at nine tonight and I immediately book it. I don't want to wait until tomorrow. I may do something I regret like sneak out to see him. I also got a return flight for Sunday.

I pay for the ticket, print it out, and fill up a duffel bag of clothes to bring with me. I grab everything I need and head down the stairs to see my mom watching a movie on the couch.

"Mom, I decided to leave tonight. I got a flight at nine."

She turns around to look at me and nods standing up from the couch, "I'll drive you."

We get in the car and drive to the airport. After a thirty-minute drive, we arrive and I get out and grab my bag, "Bye Mom, I love you. See you on Sunday." I kiss her cheek and walk inside the airport. Once I arrive at my gate, I have about thirty minutes until boarding starts. I go to Starbucks and order a coffee to keep me going all night. The flight is only about two and a half hours.

I had texted my father on the way and told him the news. He told me that he was gonna bring out the champagne and we were gonna have a fun weekend. He's so great. I haven't seen him since the summer due to school. It's been roughly three months.

Once boarding was called I got on the plane and never looked back.