You said you didn't have a girlfriend. But that's not true, I met her. And she hates me. Because you let her think that I approached you. That it was always me. You didn't bother to tell her the truth, that I never once approached you. Never once walked up and sat next to you. That you always came up to me. That you grabbed my hand. That you said I was hot.

See, that's the problem with beach parties. No one watches what other people are doing, so no one can verify that I didn't just walk up to you and try to steal you away from her. No one saw you walk up to me and sit with me by the fire for hours, talking and flirting the night away. Because no one knew you, and no one knew me. We just showed up.

That's the danger of just showing up, Alex. No one pays attention to you if they don't know you. And now everything is crashing down around me, I'm being beaten over the head for something I never even did. Because you wanted a side dish, a fling, and I was the unsuspecting girl you used and abused.

But I'm not going to go to her, I'm not going to walk up and try to transfer the blame. It does take two to flirt. But it only takes one to lie.

You kept telling yourself you'd tell me tomorrow, didn't you? That I'd know by the end of tomorrow night, no matter what. But it never happened on those dozens of promised tomorrows.

It happened on a tomorrow you never intended to even see me on. You see, I met her. I met your girlfriend. And I found out the truth. That wonderful web of lies you spun became unraveled, and I got all tangled up inside, like it was all somehow my fault.

You don't know what to do now, do you? You don't know how to react, now that I know everything and I didn't hear it from you.

Now that I look at you and only feel disgust.

Your tomorrow came too soon.