As soon as Karli sees me crying a few minutes after Austin broke up with me, she takes my hand and leads me outside to my car. She then texts Alexa and tells her what’s going on. A few minutes later we’re all on our way to the mall. “What you need to do,” Karli says, “is find someone new. The faster you move on, the faster you forget about what’s his name.” We’re inside American Eagle looking at clothes, trying to find Alexa a new outfit for her party. Alexa sighs. “Sometimes I don’t know how we come from the same family.” “I don’t want to move on,” I announce sadly. “I want to not move on.” Alexa holds up a white shirt for my approval. “Yes or no?” “Hello,” I say. “Try to concentrate. Girl with a broken heart over here.” Alexa puts down the shirt and smiles at me. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Ash, I don’t think it’s over. I think he was just really hurt. But if it is over, if he really can let you go that easily, then he doesn’t deserve you anyway.
