I sat in the parking lot watching them drive off, wondering why he was doing this to me. I started my car, and followed them onto the street. They drove around town, finally pulling in front of an apartment complex.

As he got out, and opened the door for her. He walked her up the stairs, and didn't come back down for almost twenty minutes. I sat in my car, watching for him to come back down.

When he finally came back down, he noticed my car sitting across the street from the building.

He walked over to my car, smiling a nervous smile.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I was just going to ask you the same thing. Who is she?" I asked, looking straight ahead.

"She's a friend. How long have you been here?"

"Just as long as you have. Did you enjoy your lunch with her?" I looked at him, with tears in my eyes.

"Oh, man," he sighed. "Baby," he started, before I cut him off.

"No, don't even bother explaining it. There's nothing to explain. I saw you feeding her, kissing her, and now driving her home. Alex, I never want to see you again. How could you do this to me after knowing how I feel about you?"

"I'm sorry. I really am. It just happened. I never meant for it to happen." He said, squatting down in front of my car window.

"What happened? Tell me. What did you not want to happen?"

"You know what. I don't have to tell you."

"What I don't understand is, if you were wanting to go out or sleep with someone else, why didn't you tell me? It would have been easier on me. I gotta go." I said, shoving my car into drive, and pulling out.

I drove around the block for what seemed like hours. I ended up at the beach. I sat in the moonlight crying until sunrise.

When I realized what time it was, it was noon, and the beach was crowded. I walked back to my car, noticing that he was parked waiting on me in the parking lot.

"Listen, we have to talk," he said.

"There's nothing to talk about," I said, unlocking my car.

"There's a lot to talk about. I don't want her, I want you. I am crazy about you. I don't think I could live without you in my life. I was so worried about you yesterday after you left, and I went looking for you, then I remembered how much you loved the beach."

"And you think that makes it better? Well, it don't." I say, looking at him. "What makes you think that after me telling you that I love you, and you making a fool of me by going out with someone else, and now you telling me that you love me is going to make me forget about all this?" I was now yelling, noticing that a crowd of people had gathered.

"Hey," he walked over in front of me, "Let's go somewhere and talk. Get away from these people."

"Get away from me, don't touch me. Stop following me." I look at him, jerking my arm out of his hand.

I open my car door, starting my car, and driving off, hoping to never see him again.