Nameless

I swerved into the open spot, threw the car into park, and got out. I slammed the door behind me and stormed toward the store. Seeing a girl in a long, gorgeous ballgown angrily treading into a CVS isn't something you tend to see everyday... but I didn't care what I looked like at this point. My long, silky, purple dress dragged behind me on the wet ground, soaking up not only the water from the puddles, but the drops falling rapidly above me.  Luckily my makeup was waterproof not only because of the rain, but because of the large amount of tears pouring down my face. My fake eyelashes were still intact along with all of the chalky, fake makeup covering up even the biggest imperfections. I had to hold the bottom of the dress and I ran into the pharmacy, keeping the majority of it off the ground, making it fly in the wind like a flag. As I ran through the automatic doors, I felt as though I was going to faint. The rapid change of temperature from the cool outside air to the warm heat inside hit me like a ton of bricks. Ken, the reason I was at CVS noticed this and caught me before I fell to the ground. He collapsed onto his knees with my body in his lap, frantically calling my name and slapping my face lightly trying to bring me back to life. "Ali, Ali, are you okay!? What's wrong?" I opened my eyes, but saw two of everything. After a moment or two of blinking, I saw Ken's pallid face staring back at me. "Hi, Ken," was all I could manage to choke out. He grabbed me under my arms and pulled me to my feet. Some people were standing around now staring at us, but I barely noticed them with everything running through my mind. "What are you doing here, Ali?" I forcefully pulled my arm away from his, "Oh, are you not happy to see me, Ken? Is that it?" I could see the switch in his emotions, he knew I knew what he did. He was worried. Nervous. Sweating. "What are you talking about, Al-" I cut him off because I didn't care what he had to say at this point, "Don't act fucking stupid, Ken. You lied. This whole thing was a fucking lie. So tell me, how much did you make?" He kept looking all around now, worried that some sort of manager would hear and his job would be at stake. "Make with what, Ali?" I stopped crying at this point and just got mad, so I yelled, " How much did you make in the bet, huh? Remember that bet you made with Jack? The one where you bet you could get in my pants?" He stepped closer to me now, trying to quiet me down, "Ali, please, can we talk outsi-" "No, Ken, let's talk here!" I yelled louder, "How much?" He finally answered me. "Listen, Alison, I'm sorry okay, I-" I cut him off once more, "So you never liked me, never? This was all a bet?" His face changed, looking a bit more sincere than nervous. "Ali, it wasn't like that. I mean, it was, but it isn't anymore." "Save it, Ken. How do you think it feels for me to go to a wedding, for my sister, might I add, and find out from the man I love's douchebag best friend that our relationship was all a lie. He told me you only sleep with me because of 'the money and my fine ass.' Well shove it right up yours because we're done and I hate you. Goodbye." I walked out of the CVS when the cold air and freezing drops of rain seemed to pierce right through me. "ALI!" He screamed at me one last time. I turned to him once more, planning to never see him again after this, "What, Ken?" He walked toward me, grabbed my hand, kissed it, and said, "you're so beautiful, and I'm sorry." He followed me out of the CVS just to tell me how beautiful he thought I was. And for the first time, his words meant nothing to me. I turned, walked towards my car, opened the door, and shut him out of my life forever.