The next day, Merrill's brother drove to me the Nugget in what I can only assume was once an actual car. Perhaps. Perhaps it was actually something he built from random pieces of metal in his garage. Either way, it got me to the Nugget alive and panic stricken.

Stacy was the first person I saw. I was starting to believe she lived outside the front doors of the Nugget, camping there at night and waiting for her next chance to torment me. I stared at her tiny physique in jealousy. I wasn't fat by any means, not even chubby. Still, I would never have the lean figure that she had. She made me feel like a butch standing next to her tiny self.

My hate flared up as she approached me, fighting against the side that tried to tame it. I tried to remind myself that I liked Stacy, but everything in my soul told me to disagree. I hated her ridiculusly black hair, her pajama pants that she wore everyday, I even hated the new necklace she wore around her neck. Wait a second, that was my necklace that she wore around her neck.

If someone had told me that Jay was the devil and his only mission was to destroy me, I would have believed them. I felt as though my anger would form into an entity, crawl out of my mouth, and strangle them both to death with my favorite necklace. I had had that necklace for years, jay had to beg me to let him borrow it, and then he gives it to his new girlfriend?

Stacy looked at me as though I was approaching in a panzer instead of a pair of etnies. However, I was not alone as I walked towards her. My friends were approaching at the same time, which seemed to remind me of my sanity. No one knew I loved Jay, surely the death of him and his girlfriend would look suspicious.

" That's my necklace." I said, choosing words instead of instant death. She put her hand over it defensively, as though waiting for me to take it off of her. " Jay gave it to me." she replied, and promptly ran away.

I tried to avoid Jay, but he was everywhere. He had invaded everything. He was in my heart, in my mind, in my town, and constantly in my line of vision. I wished he would leave, I was ready to move on. All I could see when I looked at him was a traitor. He was a cheater and a faker, he didn't love me at all.