• “So that’s it then. We’re just finished.” I couldn’t help but feel a little betrayed at that point. I was getting dumped by the one guy I’ve ever dated that actually told me he loved me.

    “I’m sorry, Kate. But you should know it’s possible to fall out of love,” he explained. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I wasn’t upset, I was furious; and I was planning on expressing that.

    “Forget it, jack-off. I’ll leave your s**t on my door step,” I spun on my heel and began walking off. On another side, I was kind of relieved. I needed a guy who didn’t think I was cheating on him every time I looked at a guy. As a matter of fact, I’d like a guy who can sit by unfazed when I call another guy attractive. I never cared when my boyfriend would eye other girls, so why should they care if I eye other guys? It’s the actual feeling for each other that matters, not being 100% faithful. Just because I have a boyfriend doesn’t mean I’m going to stop finding other guys attractive. So why should I pretend I did?

    I saw my best friend Jarred and non-blood sister talking by the cafeteria. Jarred was gay, which was really awesome because we could all scope guys together. My non-blood sister, Bethany is straight as a board and won’t even admit to woman being pretty. I’m not bisexual or anything, but at least I can admit when I see a sexy girl walking down the street.

    “So what did Jeffery speak to you about?” Jarred said, a pout on his face. He crossed his arms as a stalled my answer and stuttered a bit.

    “He uh... found somebody else, no big deal right?” But apparently it was. Him and Beth exchanged glances and they’re faces fell.

    “After all you guys have been through, he found somebody else?” I could hear the anger in Beth’s voice.

    “I guess, but hey, you know I felt trapped with him anyway, it’s good to be out of that relationship.”

    “Chocolate cake is good too, Katie, but that doesn’t mean it`s right to stuff your face with it.” Beth smirked. Jarred only ever acted stereotypically gay when he was angry at something, and Beth usually laughed because it was so unlike him. I gasped with a smile.

    “It’s not?” I placed my fist on my hip and leaned into it. “Beth, you should listen to him.” She pouted.

    “I’m not fat!” I put my arm back where it belonged and shot her a glance.

    “I never said you were, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t change your eating habits.” She held her stomach.

    “That’s exactly what it means!” She pulled a piece of chocolate from the bar stuffed in her jeans pocket and licked it down to her fingers. Jarred ignored us and shook his head.

    “I can’t believe him...” he muttered. I smiled and rubbed his arm.

    “Cheer up, it’s just one guy, there’s other fish in the sea, right?” I had a really big smile on my face when saying that, and he began sobbing.

    “No! I thought he was the one!” We both laughed whole heartedly and I slipped between them and slung my arms into theirs.

    “Let’s just get something to eat, okay? Post-break ups require ice cream.” Beth nodded with a serious face.

    “Yes, they do! It’s scientifically proven that ice cream numbs your brain and makes you feel better.” Jarred gave her a clueless look.

    “Like Cocaine?” Beth and I laughed and he smiled back at us. “Or is that Marijuana?” Beth cringed shamefully at his mispronunciation.

    “Don’t say it like that; it sounds like ‘Marriage, you wanna?’”

    “That’s the point,” I replied with a laugh. We all slung into the cafeteria sideways and headed to the counter.