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with her short bleached blonde hair in a high ponytail.  Her neon pink painted nails shone under the large crystal chandelier overhead.  She wasn’t wearing any makeup – an unusual look for her.  She was always so put-together.
                  “Hey Tory,” I yawned, taking a seat across from her.  “You look cute today.”  In fact she looked better as a natural beauty - without the fifty pounds of makeup on her face.  I told her that many times but she refused to listen to me.
                  “Thanks,” she muttered in a tired voice.  She half-smiled, flipping through the magazine, looking down.  “How’d you sleep?” No eye contact whatsoever.
                  “Fine, thanks,” I fibbed.  I couldn’t let her know about the disturbing dream I’d had . . . again.  She didn’t know about those.  No one did.  People would think I was nuts.
                  “That’s good.”
    “Thanks for helping me out the other night,” I said, referring to when she’d brought me into the house.  “And also for the lip-gloss.  I love it.”  I’d been in my room the entire day yesterday – sulking – so I didn’t have the chance to thank her then.
    “What are friends for?”  She turned the page, staring at her horoscope.  She was a big believer in Astronomy and science – lived for the stars and Universe above.
    I looked around the room observing how neat and tidy things were.  After the party our cleaning crew must have showed up – just like every other time – to take care of the multitude of imperfections I was sure occurred the other night.
    “How was your chat with Jensen yesterday?” she asked suddenly, taking a sip of tea from a vintage mug she’d acquired on a vacation in Paris two years ago.
    My breath caught in my throat.  I hoped he hadn’t told her anything.  “Fine,” I said nonchalantly, “why do you ask?”
                  “’Cause he left here looking…upset.”
                  “Really?  Why?”  I had my suspicions as to why that could be.
                  “I don’t know,” she sighed.  “He looked…weird.  Like not himself.”  She quickly flipped through the magazine, not glancing at the bizarre, quirky and ridiculous celebrity gossip she always loved reading about.
                  “That’s strange.”  I recalled our heated discussion.  Tory’s expression hadn’t changed since I entered the room.  “Hey, are you alright?”  I’d been so caught up in myself these past few months, I barely knew what was going on with my best friend – something I wasn’t proud of in the slightest.  In fact I was pretty ashamed of how I’d been acting – like a zombie.
                  “Uh, yeah,” she said, hand resting on her chest.  She always wore a seahorse necklace given to her by her boyfriend of two and a half years.  However, she wasn’t wearing it today.
                  “Tory, what happened with Adam?” I was worried.  She took a deep breath.  A small tear traveled down the path of her pale cheek.
    “It’s over,” she sniffled.  The whole time we’d been talking she was staring down at the magazine.  And now I knew why:  Her face was puffy – a deep shade of red, chocolate brown eyes wet with salty tears.
                  “Tor, what happened?”  I asked, giving her a much-needed hug.  She sobbed against me, sniffling once again.
                  “He just called me up and said we needed to end things.”
                  “What?” I gasped.  “Why?”
                  “Adam…met someone else.”  That was her biggest fear – having a long distance relationship and having another girl take him from her.  They’d been together since their freshman year of university.  But Adam was going to Penn State University after transferring out of New York