Chapter 10

I’m in my room as the doorbell rings. I don’t know if I want to open. If there is a human standing in front of that door, I know I don’t want to see them. The only one I want to see is Justin. And he’s in the stars now. He’s not coming back. I make my way to the door with a tear rolling down my cheek. I don’t care if I look like a mess. I stopped using makeup a while ago. I spend my days crying and that usually ruins the makeup. Mom always used to scream as she entered the house and saw my mascara wrecked, me looking like a monster. Or a ghost. I look as pale as one.Yet it isn’t Mom this time. But a person I haven’t seen in months.

Phoebe. 

Her blonde hair is in a nice braid, she’s dressed in some designer clothes. A black blouse, some white wavy pants and some loafers. I remember Phoebe.

“So, everyone, go to your places”, Carin shouts. She’s the cheer captain. Whether I get on the team or not is up to her. And to the money my Father donates to this place. But mostly up to her. I get in line and go stand next to a girl who looks damn excited for this. Like she actually wants to do this. The luck she has. As she turns around, I recognize her. It’s Phoebe Lance. The daughter of my Father’s biggest partner. My Father owns most of the houses in this town. Her Father owns most of the banks. As our eyes meet, I see it. I see it in her bright blue eyes. She’s just like me. She must have seen it too. Since she smiles at me. “I’m Phoebe”, she says, shaking my hand. “Serena”, I introduce myself. She stops shaking my hand, pulls me closer and has me in a hug. And that’s how I met my bestie.

“Oh my Gosh, girl”, Phoebe says and wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer. I let my face sink in her chest and she pats my head. “I missed you”, I whisper, not getting an inch further from her. She holds me so tight, even if I wanted to I couldn’t get away. “I missed you too”, she replies. “You have no idea.”

“I would have come”, she tells me as she takes the first sip from the tea I cooked for her. “I would have come if I knew what happened with Justin.” Phoebe has been living her dream life in London. After high school, she got into the college she wanted in the UK. In London. She moved there and started studying Fashion Design. She now has her own company and is married to this gorgeous model. I know it all from when she texted me. Months ago. Since I haven’t responded any texts since the accident. “You didn’t know?”, I ask her surprised. “No”, she answers. “You were not answering my phone calls or texts. And when I called your parents to see if you’re okay, they told me you didn’t want to hear from me anymore, since you realized I am so much better than you. Their words, not mine. I got angry at first and didn’t text you for a while. But then I realized I shouldn’t trust your parents. And I called Macy. You know, the girl on the squad. She told me what happened and that you haven’t talked to anyone since. So then I realized they lied. And I flew here first thing.”