74A/N: This chapter is inspired and titled after one of my favorite songs. This is my first fan fiction ever, so please review and let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters, Stephanie Meyer does! I just enjoy writing about the characters, inspired by my favorite songs.
"Would you look at how happy we were back then," I sighed as I gazed at a close-up picture of us. "I can't believe he turned out to be such a jerk"
Of course I was talking about Mike, my ex-boyfriend that had dumped me about three weeks ago. This wasn't the first time we had broken up over the last two years. Actually it had happened so often, that I had started to lose count. Sad, but true.
We, meaning my best friend and partner in crime, Alice and I, were parked across the street about two houses down from Mike's house, waiting for him to get home.
Yes, we were spying. We had even gone all out, dressing in all black and borrowing Alice's dad's black car.
When Mike dumped me this last time, he claimed he needed space; however, the rumors going around school claimed that "space" was now occupied by none other than Jessica Stanley.
"What? What?" I said, as Alice was looking through binoculars at a truck that was coming slowly down the street.
The truck pulled to a stop in front of Mike's house.
"He's got a girl with him!" Alice stated calmly.
"No! Who?" I could believe it, although I shouldn't be surprised.
"She's driving the truck." Alice cringed, knowing what my reaction would be.
"Gimme that," I demanded, jerking the binoculars out of her hands
"He let her drive the truck!" I said incredulously. "He never let me drive the truck!"
"That is so messed up," Alice scowled.
We could see Mike and Jessica start to make out in the cab of the truck.
Smiling wickedly, I started to plan my revenge.
Alice and I had brought the walkie-talkies we had played with as kids, with us.
Handing her one of them, I slid out of my car window and took a can of shaving cream I had brought, just in case.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"I need to take care of something, "I said grinning and holding up my walkie-talkie. "Call me if they head inside before I get back."
I snuck across the street where it was dark and went around to the back of Mike's house. His parents were out-of-town for the week, so this would work out perfectly. I found the spare key hidden in its usual place and proceeded to let myself in the back door.
Once inside, I went to the bathroom and grabbed a few rolls of toilet paper and draped it all over the living room, then I just messed things up like it was a party that got out of control. Next, I went in his room and strewed his clothes, sports equipment, and papers all over the room. For my crowning touch, I wrote 'LOSER' in shaving cream across his mirror.
"Get out of there NOW! Mike and Jessica are heading inside," Alice screamed into the walkie-talkie.
I could hear Mike's voice, "Bella!"
"Bella…Bella"
"Whoa! What? Yeah," I commented coming back to reality.
"Let's get out of here," Alice said.
You know what, I'm so over it," I answered Alice back, finally realizing how stupid it was, us being here.
"It's about time," Alice mumbled under her breath.
I laughed. Taking the lighter I had in the car, I lit the picture of Mike and me, tossing it into the street to burn. Not looking back, I drove off into the night.
"Hey, why don't we head over to The Hangout? " Alice suggested.
That sounded like a good idea. I felt like a huge weight had finally been erased out of my life and I wanted to celebrate and have fun, besides the gang would probably be there.
"Ok," I answered, "but first we need to go drop off your dad's car."