"I can't believe you're telling me this Heather!" All Jasmine Steele could do was stare at the girl, who she thought was her best friend. Heather Goodman. The girl who she thought would never betray her. Guess she shouldn't have put so much trust into a friendship afterall. Being a popular girl in school, everyone always seem to noticed her when she walked down the hallways of Lambertville High. Heather wasn't a bad looking girl. 5'5 sandy blonde hair that hung mid-way down her back. Her eyes were deep blue. She knew she had what it took to drive the boys crazy. "Jasmine, face it. You know I've liked him for awhile now. You two have been broken up for over two weeks now. He asked me to go out with him and I said yeah." I never said a word. I watched as she took a bite out of her ham and cheese sandwhich. I wanted to tell her that I was still in love with Cody but then again I didn't want to make the situation any worst that what it already was. Here sitting across from me, my best friend is telling me, she's now dating my ex. The boy who stoled my heart four years ago, also the same boy who took my virginity less than just a month back. Not that I ever took Heather. I'm sure she has kept more from me than I ever did her. Heather and I had been friends since first grade. Both our parents were single parents, living in the same small neighborhood of Lambertville, New Jersey. My father Tom left us when I was only 8 months old, making it very hard for my mom Chasity. Even though it was just me and her, she worked two jobs just to make sure we kept the roof over our heads. After my junior year of high school, I got a job working at a small cafe' in the middle of town. In the evenings after school, I'd catch a ride with Heather and her dad into town and would arrive at work twenty minutes before the time I was scheduled to clock in. I would grab a bagel from the pantry and sit down and read. I didn't really like the job, I just did it to help mom some with the bills. Often I would sneak my way down the hallway towards her bedroom to hear her crying. I knew it was because of dad. I knew that she missed him. Sometimes I wish he never left us. I never questioned mom about him nor did I speak of him, but there's times I wonder what he was like. "Jas, you gonna eat that?" I snapped back to reality. Heather was staring at the chicken sandwhich I had chosen from the school's cafeteria. "No, go ahead. I'm not really hungry." I lied. I just didn't really want to talk to her. I picked up my books and returned my lunch tray. I tooked another quick glance back at Heather who was now biting into the chicken sandwhich. I didn't want to be angry with her, but she should have known that I was the one who had always been in love with Cody. Heather had this secret crush going on with Cody, since back in middle school. He was the quarter back of the High school football team, Jagulars. Heather was a cheerleader. Me, I was a typical teenage girl. I never really got into sports. Just wasn't my thing. I guess that's why Cody and I never really worked out. I was more into crafts and drawing. I would come home from work in the evenings and go into our spare room and draw the first thing that came to mind. Everyone tried warning me about Cody. That he was after me for sex, only because he knew I was still a virgin when we met. I didn't want to believe it. Cody had me believing that he truly loved me. I guess I was stupid for thinking he did. It was only two weeks after we had sex that Cody dumped me. Now, I started believing the rumors of him being a player. Now here he is dating my best friend. I just only hope he doesn't hurt her like he did me. How could she even talk to Heather though? All she would do was think I'm jealous. How can I tell her what happened when she didn't even know I had sex with Cody. It had been three weeks since we have spoken. I would often catch him staring at me at the library. I would go before heading to work after school to gather information for my research for history class. I wouldn't let him know that I noticed though. I wonder if he even cared at all that he hurt me so bad when he left? I want so much to tell him I'm sorry for whatever it was I did to make him not want me anymore. I just wanted to feel him against me, or maybe his lips against mine when he leans in to kiss me. I want to feel the warmth of him being inside me, just one more time. Was I craving lust for this man? Or what is it? What if Heather found out, if we ever messed around behind her back? but then again... she did betray me.