"Why are you dressed in all black?" Carmen ask me. I met her when I moved to my new home, with my new life here in New Jersey. "It's been five years since I lost a really good friend. I guess I'm showing respect." I told her. "Oh I'm sorry. I was just so surprised. You hate wearing black." she told me. "What happened? If you don't mind me asking." "She died of cancer." I told her. "Damn I'm sorry." she frowned. I smiled at her. "It's fine. Lets get to work before we get fired." I told her. We were the makeup artist of Covergirl. So they needed us during every photo shot. I was dressed in simple black skinny jeans with a black t-shirt. To simple compared to how I always dress. I wore my black Ugg boots, the ones that sparkle. With a black sweater from Victoria's Secrets' PINK. We drove to work in my new car. A white Nissan Altima. We got there and got straight to work. I loved my new job, even though I prefer helping teens then doing this any day! "Crystal are you ok?" Carmen asked. "Yea, just got lost in thought." I smiled. *** After hours of doing makeup we were finally done. Driving home. "Let's go out today!" Carmen screamed. "Where?" I asked. "Lets go to a club! Meet guys!" she said. "I'm not in a party mood. Remember Stacy..." I told her. "Fine." she gave me her sad look. "Oh ok! Lets go out." I told her. She screamed and ran to get ready. I did the same. I walked to my closet and took out a dress. Tight, completely concerned in sparkles. I slipped into the shower, shaved my legs, and other feminine things. I walked out, mouiterized and slipped into lace underwear, with a strapless black bra. Put on my strapless dress. I decided on curling my hair and placing it all on one side. My left side. I did simple makeup with long eyelashes, and blood red lipstick. I put my heels on and walked out my room. Finding a very sexy Carmen. "Ready?" she looked at me, I nodded. This time we took her car. A black Charger. We arrived at the club and walked in. "Drink?" Carmen asked. I nodded. "Here's to us looking sexy tonight!" she screamed over the loud music and we took a shot. We began to dance when she got asked by a guy, she walked away with him and winked at me. I smiled at her. I sat at the bar taking a few more shots. "Can I get you a drink?" I heard a man's voice. I turned and saw an attractive young man. "No thank you. I think I'm done for tonight." I told him. "Well then let's go dance." He said and grabed my hand. "Sorry, but I'm not in the mood." I said pulling my hand back. The man rolled his eyes and walked away. I think that happened about five times in the same hour, but with different guys. I honestly didn't want to lead them on, or worse, turn them on! It was about one in the morning and Carmen was still dancing with the same guy. I walked and found a table to sit at. That's when I saw him. Ashley! What the hell is he doing here! I got up and ran to find Carmen! "I have to go now!" I screamed. "What but its just getting fun." she sounded so drunk. "Give me the car keys. Call me and I'll come pick you up later! I HAVE TO GO!" "Fine here." she threw me the keys, "I'll just make James take me." I guess that was the guy she was with. I nodded and ran off. Please don't let him see me! Crap! He was right by the door. 'Ok Crystal! He won't recognize you. You have a fake tan, you dyed your hair BLOND! The Eva he knew would never be dressed like this! Like a total SLUT!" I thought to yourself. Ashley looked right at me as I walked past him. I took the keys in my hand and began to walk to the car. "Eva?" I heard him scream. I didn't move, I kept walking pretending like I didn't know who he was or who he was calling. I heard footsteps rushing behind me. I slowly ran to the car and got in. Locking the doors. Before I could drive off Ashley was standing in front of the car. "Eva I know its you!" he screamed. "Get the fuck away from my car you drunk loser!" I screamed trying to make my voice sound as different as possible. "No! It's you Eva!" he screamed again. "Who the fuck is Eva! You're drunk and you need to move now before I call the police! Move!" I screamed again. Ashley rubbed his eyes. "It has to be her..." he mouthed. I honked the horn and made a hand signal if he could move. Once he finally did, I yelled "Finally you psycho!" and flicked him off. Driving full speed. "Oh my god! Oh my god! If Ashley is here, that means everyone else is too!" I screamed. It's been four years since I left! How does Ashley remember! Does he still remember? No, I told him to move on. To forget me. "You haven't forgotten him though." My inner voice finally spoke after four years! And it was right. I haven't forgotten about Andy. Not a day has gone by since I left that I haven't thought of him. That I don't shed one tear because I left him. Because I ran away from the problem, the problem of hate. I realized that the only reason I left Andy was because of the hate I was getting. I was scared and didn't want to get hurt. I didn't think of how I would leave Andy feeling. I was being selfish. I wanted to go back but I couldn't. Andy would never forgive me for leaving him. NEVER! I wouldn't if he left me.