His words echoed in my mind like needles to my brain. I was confused by the things he'd said. They didn't make sense, couldn't possible have been real. This was supposed to have been that cliche story where Person A was proven wrong by Person B and they ended up happily ever after. The moment where all odds were ignored and love conquered all. This was the moment that I told my boyfriend that I was involved with the insanity that was this school and he believed me, loved me, accepted me. This was the moment I told him I was a werewolf and anguished about being a monster and he pulled me close, kissed me passionately, and desperately told me not to believe that. That he loved me anyway, despite my sureness that he would be disgusted with me.

"What?" I asked, incredulous.

"Exactly what I said," he said lazily. He rolled his eyes. "Look, it was good while it lasted and such, but honestly I'm a kid. I've seen the stuff you guys get into and Jackson might have gotten himself into it, but I don't want any part of this. If you're a part of it, then I don't want any part of you either. I like you, but not that much. I'm sorry." He looked uncomfortable, shoving his hands in his pocket and looking away. "It's over, Y/n. I'm sorry. Good luck with... being a werewolf I guess." Then, just like that, he was gone.

Poof. Suddenly no more boyfriend.

Slowly the shock wore off and I stumbled back as the door to my house closed and I realized that I was home alone. I caught myself on the wall, the air knocked out of my lungs. He might as well have punched me, right in the face. My free hand that didn't push against the wall and hold me up went to my chest, which felt constricted and had pain flecking and spreading, pulsing all over. Finally my knees gave out and I sunk tot he floor, sobs suddenly hitting em and wracking my body. My hand on my chest moved to my mouth as his words finally sunk in.

My world was suddenly shattered.

Even though I'd worried that he would reject me, I'd been sure that he wouldn't. Half of me had been sure he would, but the logical, more hopeful, more powerful half was sure he would be okay. We would be okay.

Memories hit me as I sat there, my whole body aching. Late nights studying. Early mornings walking to school, or riding together on the bus, trying to wake each other up in time for school. After school when everything was really getting to me, how I'd crawl into bed with him or onto the couch or whenever and curl up into him and he'd hold me with no question, no worry. Fights we'd made it through. Arguments we'd solved. Problems we'd overcome. Bumps we'd passed.

After all that hard work... He gave up?

Could I really blame him, though? This was dangerous. Why would anyone stick around through such horrible thugs such as what would be required, simply for someone like me? It all made me feel even worse.

When Lydia finally found me I was silent and stuff, my head buried between my legs, my knees pulled to my chest. "Y- oh my gosh, Y/n, what's wrong?" She was by my side, pulling me in her chest. I was shaking, my eyes unblinking and glazed over, my body going limp and falling into hers as she pulled me to the side. "Y/n you can't play with me like this, what's wrong with you? Let me help, dear... Tell me what's wrong... I can't help you and I assume that it's supernatural but you need to tell-"

"He broke up with me," I managed by some robotic, automatic action.

Lydia immediately stopped talking, realizing exactly what had happened. I'd told her I was going to tell him, even buzzed about how nervous I was. She was the one who had assured me... "Oh Y/n, I'm so sorry..." she pulled to her tightly with one hand, the other grabbing her phone and she one handedly texted someone then out her phone away, paying all her attention to me. Her hand rubbed my back soothingly, her breath in my hair as she whispered, "it's okay, sweetheart. It'll be okay. It'll be okay, don't worry..."

Suddenly Allison was there. "Lydia? I got your me- Oh. I see." She came over and the two girl helped me to my feet, guided me outside to their cars, and we all drove to Lydia's house. Lydia sat me on the couch and left to "go shopping for some needs" and Allison sat by me, holding my hand, and getting me talking until Lydia returned. Slowly I became responsive and emotional again.

Just in time Lydia swooped in wit ice cream and a full blown make over kit, and a Red Box movie. The whole night we talked, ate tubs of ice cream from the carton with a spoon, and watched horror movies where the dead girls came back to kill their sleazy exes. Weirdly enough it made me feel better.

Laughter echoed in the house, mixed with occasional yelps or screams as we got jumped scared. Allison and I ended up staying the night, and the three of us stayed up extra late to do make overs.

As we finally lay down to succumb to our exhaustion, I smiled at the strawberry blind and raven haired girls. "Thank you so much," I sighed. "You're like my clean up crew, I swear. I turn into a mess and you guys swoop in like fairy godmothers and save the day. I'm just.. thank you so much."

"Of course, Y/n," Allison chuckled.

"That's what bgff's are for!" Lydia chimed in, smiling her Lydia smiled.

"Best Girl Friends Forever," Allison explained. There was a pause where Allison looked dead serious and then we all busted up laughing.

"We'll be there for you as long as you need. Through school after, before. Seriously. We will carpool," Lydia told me. "You won't have to go a single step of this break up on your own. He'll rue the day he dumped you - trust me." Lydia smirked, nodding sharply.

"Trust both of us," Allison added, smiling sweetly.

In that moment, I was happier than I'd ever been, my mood dramatically brightened by the fact that she didn't need a man. She had the two best friends a girl could ever ask for. This next while would be hard, but not impossible. She had her team behind her. Her support. Her fair godmothers.

Y/n had Allison Argent and Lydia Martin.

What else could a girl want?