I've ruined Jessica Wakefield's life.
I've turned practically everyone at school against her . . .
Except the one person who matters most:
My boyfriend.

"Melissa, calm down," Will said. "Maybe we should go outside. We can find somewhere to talk." He reached out a hand to her, but she knocked it away.
"I don't want to go outside," she said through clenched teeth, no longer aware of the crowd or the music or the heat. All she could see was Will's steadily paling face. "How long?" she asked. "How long have you been planning to dump me?"
"There was an audible gasp from the spectator circle. Melissa barely noticed. "Melissa, please," Will said. "You don't want to do this."
"How long?" Melissa shouted, the tears brimming over.
Will didn't answer - he just stood there staring at her, all concerned and pitying. He felt bad for her. How sweet. He felt bad that she was standing in the middle of a crowded room, crumbling like a bag of potato chips, all because he had broken her heart.
Hold it together, Melissa told herself. Just get out of here and everything will be . . . will be . . . But she couldn't finish the sentence. Everything was not going to be fine. Ever.