15 Broken Hearts.

Amanda.

She made her way towards the main door. Jung was still too shocked to even follow her. She squeezed past the dancing bodies of her peers.

A drunk guy bumped into her and laughed.

"Watch it, Asshole!" Amy shouted, the tears were stinging her eyes. The guy raised his eyebrows.

"If this isn't little Amy?" God. It was Seth Evans. The jerk's best friend.

"Get out of my way," Amy fixed him with a glare and he obediently left her path. At least he was a gentleman.

Tears were dancing in her eyes and she was trying very hard not to let them escape. She was strong. She had been strong.

This wasn't the first time.

This isn't the first time.

She took a deep breath. Trying to calm herself.

First Ansel, Now Jung. Why was this happening to her?

Two boys. Both were using her? Why?

She reached the front door and pushed it open. Cool air touched her cheeks gently.

She stepped out and started walking towards her house. When suddenly...

"Wait!" She spun around just to come face to face with him.

"What?" She demanded.

He bent down placing his hands over his knees and took a few deep breaths. It looked like he had been running in order to catch her.

"Where are you going?" He asked, straightening up. Now she had to look up in order to look at him.

"Home." She replied shortly.

"Why?"

"What do you mean by 'Why'?" She raised her left eyebrow at him.

"I mean... the party's just starting," He said. Amy rolled her eyes.

"Ansel, I guess I should call it a night,"

"Just... stay," He looked down at her eagerly.

"Why do you care if I stay or not?" The tears in her eyes escaped at last.

He looked shocked.

"Hey, hey... What's happened?"

"I... I don't think I can talk right now," She lowered her face so she could hide her tears.

He sighed.

"Amanda, You can always talk to me, " She looked up at him. Was he really saying that right now?

"Thank you,"

"So?"

She looked up at him.

"So, what?"

"What happened?" He asked.

"Jung kissed another girl," She finally spoke those dreaded words out aloud.

"When?" He asked.

"Just now," Ansel shook his head.

"I don't know what to say, Is this serious between you both?"

"I don't know." She replied.

"So, I'm not the best person to give you any advice,"

"I didn't ask for your advice,"

"Yeah, yeah. I know, but just give it time. Then ask him, confront him. You know..."

"Yeah."

"And if you wanna take revenge of some kind, You can always kiss me,"

She rolled her eyes again and lowered her head. But, her heartbeat was going crazy.

"Shut up." She whispered. Why would he say that? Why?

"I'm serious," She looked up at him. His eyes were serious. Those eyes.

"Haha really, You've made me smile," She smiled.

He placed his thumb over her lower lip.

Amanda raised her eyebrows.

He bent down and placed his lips over hers.

Amanda tried to protest, but all her protests came crashing down as the memories of that evening came rushing back to her.

But, No. This was wrong.

She brought her hands up to his chest and pushed him away.

"Stop!" She cried.

He looked at her.

"Stop." She whispered.

"Amy."

"Ansel?"

"I'm sorry." He turned and walked back towards the house.

New tears formed in her eyes.

She turned and walked towards her own house.

The night was over.

*

Jung had sent her 53 text messages and called her 13 times. She had to put her phone on silent in order to get away from him, Or his texts.

Was Jung the right choice for her?

Why would he do this to her?

God! her mind would probably burst open.

She closed her eyes.

"Sleep Amy, please just sleep." She whispered to herself.

Jung.

She wasn't replying to his texts nor was she picking up his calls.

He wanted to talk to her, He wanted her to know the truth.

He didn't want this all to end up this way.

He ran his hand through his hair and closed his eyes.

"Fuck."

That was all he could say.