It was Jake, my ex-boyfriend since the past 4 months. We hadn’t talked on the phone because of our break-up. He cheated on me with a girl from his school. Oh god...he is so sexy and the best kisser/make-outer I've ever kissed/made-out with. He always told me he loved me...Anyways. I caught him making out with this chick at a party I told him I wasn’t going to. I slapped him. And he knew I would, and he didn’t do anything, because he knew what he did was some dumb shit. Maybe half an hour later, he came up to me with a drink to try and apologize. I took the drink, and stood up. Then I splashed it on his pants. It was great I laughed when I went to the bathroom to be by myself and think. I laughed at how stupid he was gonna feel. And then I started to cry…I felt alone and betrayed. I hate him. Here’s our phone conversation Him- Hi Marilyn Me- Uh…hi Him- What’s up? I couldn’t believe it. He thinks just because he called me everything will be fine…after I walked in on him filling up on another girl. HELL NO. Me- Nothing Him- I didn’t mean to hurt you Me- Well you did Him- I’m sorry Me- I don’t wanna talk about it Him- I still love you I was in shock…what did he just say…? Me- How the fuck can you say that to me? You do know that when you say those words you’re supposed to mean it Him- I’ve always meant it Me- Oh so now making out with anyone behind your girlfriends back means you love her?? I hung up. I was smiling. ‘I hope he feels as bad as I do’ I thought to myself. I sat there…and started to cry. ._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._. Sarah called the next day to invite me to a party at her house on Saturday (today was Thursday) while her parents were out. And I knew it was gonna be awesome because her brothers 19 and has connections. I knew getting drunk and high would make me feel better…or a least take me away from reality.