"Bienvenue à ma maison," Justin said opening the door for me. 

"Merci, que fairons-nous?" I questioned. He looked at me completely not understanding what I was saying. I did not know why he bothered greeting me in French if he could not even continue the conversation. "Nothing," I said, he got out of the way and let me inside the house. He lived not too far away from my place in a two-story house. I relaxed when I entered the warmth of the house, it smelt of cupcakes. 

"Come on," he told me as he closed the door. I followed him as we passed the kitchen and walked towards the stairs. Eyes stared at me when we passed by the living room. "Hey guys, remember Bianca," he said. His father was sitting by a piano and a woman that looked like his mother was sitting on the sofa. "This is my mom and well you know my dad," he said. 

"Hi," I said awkwardly. 

"Ms. Jakcson," his father said. I was hoping he would leave the formality for school, but I guess not. "I still have not received your college and the semester is almost over," I almost forget that I had to apply to college. I nodded my head, I did not even begin to look at any schools. 

"She'll do it," Justin quickly said, "that's why she's here," he lied. He grabbed my hand and we rushed up the stairs, "he would never leave you alone, but you haven't applied to any schools?" He asked when we reached the top of the stairs. I shook my head no, he opened a door and we entered his room. "You should," he said taking a seat on his bed. 

"What if I don't want to go to college?" I asked him. 

"You still should, you might change your mind."

"That's what my mom said."

"She's a smart woman," he said, "but I can help you if you want," he said. 

"No thanks, the only school I might be interested in has its deadline next week," I told him. It was a school not too far from here and it had an amazing girl's soccer team. That's all I knew, I did not even know what I wanted to major in. 

"You have time," he replied. 

"I have to write an essay," I said. 

"Then write an essay," I had no idea what to write about and I was not looking forward to writing it at all. "Write about love, soccer, your family, just write," he said. Love, I did not see myself writing about that. I guess I could write about soccer and I would never write about my family. I barely knew anything about them; all I would be able to write about is how I am an illegitimate child. 

"What did you write yours about?" I asked him feeling a little curious, "love?" I teased a bit.

"As a matter of fact, yes I did," he said. I took a seat at his desk and finally put my stuff down. "I wrote about the rules society put on love," he said. 

"You mean you wrote about Emma?" I asked still teasing him. 

"Yes I did," he replied, "I just wrote about how society sees it wrong to date someone who is older than you especially if it's the woman that is older," he said. He got sad for a moment. 

"Did Emma proofread it?" 

"Yes she did, she has excellent grammar. You should make her read yours before sending it," he said in all seriousness. 

"What's she like outside of school?" I asked him. 

"She's really funny," he chuckled, " she still acts smart and like she knows everything though," he joked. "But she's loose outside of class, she'll literally break down into a song out of nowhere," he said. 

"She sounds really cool," I said. There was music playing at his house. The words were muffled, but the loud music was still audible. I wondered where it was coming from. "Are you guys sexually active?" I asked him. He looked at me his eyes dilated, "I want to know," I said with a smile. 

"That's really personal, Bianca," he said ignoring my question. I guess that answered my question, "I don't even know why we are talking about our teacher, now back to you. You have to apply to college," he said. 

"I will," I said. I would just apply to a local community college so everyone can leave me alone about it. I did not see the point of college, it was certainly overrated. "Where's the music coming from?" I finally decided to ask him. 

"Allison's room," he replied, "that's her my boyfriend made me mad so I now hate every guy playlists," he said. I laughed, "I'm serious," he said.

"what did her boyfriend do?" I questioned. I did come here to get her to break up with him, but the universe might have done the job for me. 

"I don't know, she has been like that ever since she came home last night. She says she does not want to talk about it especially with her twin brother. What does that even mean?" He asked. 

"She just needs a woman to talk to," I replied, "why don't she talk to your mom?"

"She can't talk to her about it because my mom will tell her I told you so," he said. No matter how much I messed up and no matter how much my mom told me so she would never say it to me. She has always been there for me on my sad days.

"Can I talk to her?" I asked. 

"Sure, I would forever owe you if you can get her to stop the music," he said. "Her room's right across," he said. I got up from my seat and walked out the door. I knocked on her door waiting for what she had to say. She did not answer, I doubt she even heard me with that loud music. I knocked again louder this time. The door swung open, she gave me a quick smile when she noticed me. Her dark hair was a mess and she was still in her pajamas; her face was a mess, her mascara running down her eyes. I was right, he did treat her like crap.

She left the door open and went back into the room, I walked in closing the door. I walked to her laptop and turned down the volume of the music. "What did he do this time?" I asked her. She shook her head telling me she did not want to talk about it. "You know what," I said, she looked up at me with her green eyes looking sad. "It doesn't matter, where is he right now?"

"Practice," she answered breaking down into tears. Okay, this was bad. I did not know what to say to make her feel better, I never cried about a boy before and I never had friends who did either. I usually was the one who made the boys cry. "At his school," she added.

"Do you know his car?" I asked. She nodded her head.  I put her shoes on for her, "come on," I said grabbing her hand. She hesitated but got up following me to Justin's room. I grabbed my keys and dragged her out of the house. We entered my car and I drove towards his school. 

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"To make him pay," I replied with a smirk. She looked confused but rested her head on the seat drawing hearts on the window of the car. I arrived at his school after the long drive and parked my car. "Where's his car?" I questioned. She pointed at the all-black Mustang a few parking down. I smiled, I opened the trunk of my car and took my spray paint and my bat. "Here," I handed her the bat.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" She asked. I grabbed her hand and walked to the car.

"Smash the window," I ordered. She looked scared and hit the window lightly, "get mad," I told her and she hit it again.

"Why are we doing this?" She asked.

"Because it'll make you feel better," I said. "Let out all the anger and destroy that bitch's car," I said. She nodded her head and hit it again except this time the window broke. She smiled and jumped getting excited. She started hitting the car even more, I grabbed my paint and wrote some negative words my mom would not have been proud of me saying on the car. I called him a manwhore and some other words. I stopped and looked at Allison who was still in her pajamas going crazy. 

All four windows of his car were now broken and she was working on the front, just then a few boys walked towards us. One of them saw the car and he gasped. He started running towards us, "run!" I told Allison. She looked and started running towards my car. I ran also and before we knew it, we were on our way out of the parking lot.

"I think they saw your plate number," she said giggling.

"Not my first rodeo," I said. She couldn't stop laughing, "told you," I said, she nodded her head. "Don't ever let any guy treat you like crap and cost you a good night sleep," I told her. That was the things my mom thought me. "Now you are going to stop speaking to him because he doesn't deserve you."

"We broke up already," she said, she started crying again. I stopped the car and parked nearby the road. "He dumped me because I didn't want to sleep with him!" She yelled. I quickly pulled her into a hug passing my hands through her hair. 

"It's fine, he did not deserve you," I said. I pulled away and wiped her tears away, "it's going to be okay," I assured her. 

"Thank you, I'm fine," she said pulling away. "Let's just go home, Justin is probably wondering where we went," I nodded my head and started the car again. 

"Are you going to the party tomorrow?"

"No, I kind of just want to stay in bed and eat ice cream."

"No," I quickly said, my plan would be ruined. "Go, have fun," I said. "Go find yourself a new man that'll treat you like the princess you are."