• As her mother drew out of the parking lot, she sat in the back seat, watching the front of the school get smaller and smaller. And she was also watching her. She was talking animatedly with a group of people, a group she-although she hated to admit it-was part of just moments before. She didn't want to like this girl. She couldn't like this girl. She was her best guy friends ex-girlfriend. The way he made it seem, though sometimes it varied, was that she was some sort of minx, a "man eater", only out to take and break hearts. She supposed the girl could have been putting up a front for her, but she didn't show any signs of recognition, even though they had met once. Now she was wondering what her side of the story was. If her friend was somehow lying to her, or that maybe the girl had some sort of other reason besides the one she gave for leaving him. But still. She couldn't take the chance of liking this girl, or even, god forbid, being friends with her. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she liked the girl who broke her best friends heart, no matter how funny she was, or how charismatic. She could certainly see what had attracted him, personality wise. But she couldn't think like that. She wouldn't think like that. She wouldn't be going to meeting next week, or ever again, if just to preserve her friendship...which was, she believed, much more important than the one she would've had with that girl. Right?