I wanted to just lose myself tonight. That's why when Zed texted me about the party, I texted him right back, and when he picked me up, I eagerly jumped in the front seat.
"I want to have fun tonight, Zed. And forget everything, if for just a moment," I said to him as he drove us to the party.
When we arrived, instead of getting a drink and burying my pain in it, I was distracted with Harry.
He was there. With a girl. A brunette that he obviously couldn't get enough of as their lips didn't stop touching even when Harry noticed me looking at him.
Why was he doing this to me?
One day, we were happy and more in love than ever and the next he picked a stupid fight with me and used it as an excuse to break things off.
He wasn't even himself. He even looked like someone else, with his blue eyes fading and his skin paler than usual.
I knew he loved me. Well, I thought I knew he loved me. But his complete one eighty threw me for an infinite loop.
I cried every night over him, I was confused in the way he handled things.
He couldn't even look me in the eyes. Every time I would try to approach him, he would avoid me like the plague.
"Hey. It's not healthy, you know?" Zed came standing next to me and offered me a beer.
I took it and wiped the tears off my face. "What's not healthy?" I asked after taking a swig of the cold beer.
I wanted to be numb. I wanted to erase this image of Harry kissing some strange girl when just a few weeks ago, he was talking about how he would marry me after college, when he talked endlessly about the adventures we were going to have once we finished school.
"Pining after the guy who treated you like shit," Zed replied.
"I'm not pining," I lied, sniffing a little.
Zed noticed my tears and proffered his hand for me to take.
I did and he lead me to the dance-floor.
"I will dance with you and you will forget all about him tonight, do you understand? He's not worth it. He's not worth your tears," Zed told me as we slow danced to the fast song playing.
Zed was so good to me. He comforted the night Harry spontaneously broke things off with me, but I started treating him like shit, just because I was feeling like shit.
"I'm sorry, Zed. You're my best friend, I shouldn't have been so cold to you. What happened wit Harry shouldn't have anything to do with our friendship," I apologize.
Zed suddenly stopped dancing and looked me right in the eyes. "Kimber, I think I might be in love with you."
If Zed, my best friend was in love with me, and Harry, the love of my life was ignoring me, everything now was just hopeless and meaningless.
I couldn't love Zed back, and I couldn't help but love Harry. So everything now was just upside down.
Zed wasn't comforting me because he saw it as a best friend's job, he was doing it because...
"What did you just say to her?" I heard Harry say. My heart jumped and I swiftly turned around to find him standing next to us, having just heard Zed's confession to me.
Why did he care? And why did he look so angry?