Chapter One.
"Te Amo" the handsome, Hispanic looking male, whispered sweetly.
"Ugh! Liar!" She complained, attempting to chuck a spoonful of Ben & Jerry's ice-cream at the screen of her plasma TV. She thought better of it, when she realized she'd only waste the comforting snack and would have to clean up the gooey mess later.
When was this all going to end? Failed relationships, one after the other. She wasn't one to put herself out there too easily. Somehow though, and it's still a mystery to her, she had ended up handing her heart in a big, shiny, silver platter once again.
"Alejandro! No te vayas! No me dejes!" the agonized woman screamed, her face ridden with tears.
Something about watching other people in agony, somewhat resembling her own, was oddly comforting.
"They all leave Margarita, face it" She exclaimed, glumly.
She marveled in the fact that she had still to shed a tear over the insignificant, and now, ex-boyfriend. She hoped she wouldn't, but deep down she knew the tears would come. Much later maybe, but they'll be there.
She shifted on her bed, her plaid pajamas wrinkled and her hair in all sorts of tangles. It was only natural; she hadn't gotten out of bed in less than 72 whole hours. Even though she's been through this more than her fair share of times, she always found a perfectly good and new way to wallow in her self-pity.
"THIS HAS GOT TO STOP!" Her best friend barged in, not worried at all about who would here. It's not like there was anyone home anyway, loneliness was a perfectly familiar term for her.
She glanced sideways at her friend before returning her full attention to the Telenovela.
"You have to stop this right now!" The best friend complained.
"Don't bother!" She retorted darkly. "I've got a strict eating regimen" she motioned to the empty cartons on the floor and the half-full one in her hand, and continued. "And a mindless TV-watching schedule and I intend to stick to it" She never took her eyes off the TV and her tone was monotonous at best. It didn't carry the usual cheer or the joy of her usual persona.
"Some stupid, idiotic, good-for-nothing, jerk GUY isn't worth all this!" Her best friend reasoned. "If you didn't give yourself so easily, you'd know this" she added.
"You make me sound like a cheap hooker" She retorted with a bitter chuckle.
"You trust guys too easily, when truthfully they're all the same. You'd think you would have learned after what...6? 7 times?" Her best friend fired at her.
She rolled her eyes and if looks could kill, she'd be sad, depressed and without a best friend.
"This is all you ever get! 3 extra pounds and many, many unnecessary tears!" Her friend added, with a worried tone.
A scowl followed. She didn't like to be lectured. Not only did she not need it, she'd heard the same lecture many times before. It was in fact the sixth, or rather seventh, time she had gone through the same ordeal.
"I'm your friend. Your best friend in fact, and I say this because I care" She started, moving for the first time, from her spot near the door. She stood in her friend’s line of sight and shut off the TV only to be met with a loud gasp of indignation. Next, she marched towards her wallowing friend and snatched the ice-cream right from her hands.
"Hey!" The girl complained, but quickly quieted when her whining was met with a look that meant business.
"Stop this now! It's time you did a personality check and that starts with a make-over!" Her best friend arranged.
She scoffed, bitterly once again. She couldn't help it. Happiness or any other sort of cheerful emotion simply escaped her at the moment. "Are you out of your mind?"
"Every single one of those backstabbing, cheating, loser, jerks is going to be eating their hearts out when they see you again" Her friend smirked, ideas running wildly through her head.
"Crap, I've got no choice, do I?" She hesitated.
"Nope. Let's go, take a very long shower 'cause frankly you kinda stink!" Her friend giggled, and momentarily the tension was lifted. The cracks were bound to show soon. She was a ticking bomb, the only question was: how much longer until the explosion?
