Trea threw her bag on her bed and sat on the cold hardwood floor. “I hate him… i hate him…”, she murmured to herself, trying to believe the words coming out of her mouth. Slowly, a tear rolled down her cheek, cold enough to send chills down her spine. This mid-winter air was never good without a jacket, but who cares? she thought. Tyler was always there. Tyler would never hurt her, never. But Trea didnt want Tyler, she wanted Zack. Trea was used to getting what she wanted, and in those rare times when she doesnt get what she wants, it isnt pretty. Zack hurt her. She hurt him. They both had their share of “Sorry’s” to exchange. But today, he hurt her more then she could ever hurt him. Zackery Sean Rojern got a girlfriend. Who just happens to be Trea’s Best Friend. Make that ex-bestfriend. (since she knew that Trea has liked Zack since the first grade.) They’re both traders. i hate them both. she tought, but couldnt believe, still.

... to be continued…