This is from a section of a book that I'm working on called, "I Walk Alone: Highschool Years" Please let me know what you think :)
Have you ever lost a friend? Someone who was very important to you? Someone who knew you better than you knew yourself? I have. And the day I did was the worst day of my life. It was a Saturday in November. I can’t remember the exact date, but there was going to be a party at my friend Nick’s house. Alisa and I planned on getting ready at my house, and we would go there later. Alisa and I had been friends since we were in diapers. Our parents were friends and our grandparents too. Alisa was the greatest friend anyone could ever ask for. She never judged me, she never stabbed my back, she never lied to me, and she never let me down. She helped me with my calculus homework and my Spanish. Alisa was the best. If only I had realized that earlier.
Both Alisa and I were extremely excited for this party. We had both been obsessing over this senior at our school, Jason, and he was going to be there. We bought these amazing outfits and heels and had my older sister do our makeup. Alisa was wearing this silver miniskirt and sheer white blouse, and I was wearing this gold and black dress. Alisa was pretty, but don’t think I’m conceited or anything, but I was way prettier. Her hair was a bird’s nest of wild curls; mine was long, brown and flat-ironed to perfection. She wore braces; I never had to. She wore glasses, and I had twenty-twenty vision. She was shy; I was outgoing. She could act dorkish around guys. And me? I had everything under control. I knew Jason would pick me over her. I mean, it's not rocket science. It’s common sense. Whenever anyone has to choose between Homecoming Queen Socialite and Head of Book Club, Socialite always wins, hands down. I didn’t want to hurt Alisa though, so I made her feel as though she had a chance. So after my older sister did our makeup, my mother called us down so we could take pictures. It was a tradition. Before we ever went to any party, taking pictures was a must. Alisa always made sure she was half behind me. She was having weight issues around this time. Being around me probably didn’t help either. I ate what I wanted, when I wanted and never gained a single pound. If I was a better friend, I could have tried to help her or something. I could’ve jogged with her before school; I could’ve gone to the gym with her. But no, I was too busy with my other friends.
But anyhow, we made it to the party. The music was so loud you could hear it four blocks down the road. “Tik Tok” was playing as Alisa and I made our way into Nick’s house. Before we even got through the door, we both spotted him. Jason was standing by the stairs with his jock friends, a bottle of beer in his hands. Alisa looked at me and said, “Now watch and learn.” I laughed to myself, because I knew Alisa would get shot down. Alisa pushed her way through the crowd, and put her hand on Jason’s shoulder. Jason looked at her, scoffed, said something and walked off. His friends started laughing and followed him. From the look on Alisa’s face, I could tell he had said something extremely mean. Her mouth had dropped, and her cheeks were red. I felt a sense of regret. I could have stopped her from humiliating herself. I could have told her not to go over to him when his friends were around. Why didn’t I? I was such a terrible friend to her! I walked over to her, put my arm on her shoulder and walked out to the porch. I asked her what he had said to her. She looked at me and whispered it in my ear. My mouth dropped open too. Jason was a cruel jerk, but now that Alisa was out of the picture he was all mine. I didn’t want Alisa to know what I was thinking, so I said “I’ll deal with him!” Alisa nodded and said that she was going home and asked me to text her later. I asked her if she wanted me to give her a ride, but she refused. I watched Alisa leave, smiling softly. I didn’t text her after. I didn’t even reply to her IM later that night. I didn’t want to ruin the little surprise I had for her.
On Monday morning, Jason and I walked down the hallway, hand in hand. You should have seen her face. It was hysterical. Why did I do that, though? It makes no sense to me now. Alisa hasn’t talked to me since that day. Then Jason dumped me a few weeks after. Now, I’m four months pregnant, boyfriendless, friendless and failing calculus. I learned a couple of lessons this sophomore year. One, never choose a guy over your best friend. And two, treat your friends well, because then when you have an argument, they’ll think about your friendship and say, “Hey, she’s a good friend. I shouldn’t be angry at her for this stupid reason” instead of, “I don’t need her in my life. She’s a terrible friend. She doesn’t care about anyone but herself!” I learned that the hard way…