It all started about two months ago when my best friend stayed the night at my house.  We were both on our phones lying on the couch when she told me the most popular senior boy at our high school gave her a tbh (to be honest) on Instagram.  He commented on one of her pictures and told her: tbh you’re really cute and I want to get to know you better.  I couldn’t help but think in my mind how strange it was that a guy like him was interested in my best friend who is a freshman.  I asked her, “You’re not interested, are you”? 
She told me, “Well, I’ll probably talk to him, but it’s not like I would want to date him.”  She then gave him her phone number, and they texted the rest of the night. 
Before I knew it, a week had passed, and she suddenly told me she liked him.  They were meeting each other in the hallways between classes and after school.  My first instinct was that I couldn’t be happier for her, but then I was extremely shocked and a little worried because of all the rumors I had heard about this senior boy.  He is popular because he’s what most people would call a typical “attractive” guy who is athletic.  However, he does not have the best reputation.  He still till this day is known for making his way around from girl to girl and having sex with each one of them.
This news quickly spread around the school.  Students were asking me questions, and other high school girls were getting jealous because they liked this senior boy.  I tried to warn her what was happening, but she had already been so certain that she wanted to date him.
This boy and I have mutual friends, and they were concerned for my best friend, too.  They warned me what he had been telling all of the guys in the boy’s locker room.
I found out he had been telling my best friend everything she wanted to hear, so she would trust him; and then he could have sex with her.  I heard that he said, “She’s just a gullible little freshmen.”
When I heard this, my heart instantly dropped for her.  It all made sense now, but when I told her the news, she told me she didn’t believe it and then showed me their text messages.  He sent paragraph after paragraph telling her those rumors about him weren’t true and he’s not that kind of guy.  He told her that he could be trusted and that he loves her.  I scolded, “How could you believe something like that?  You haven’t even known each other for two weeks, and you think you love him?”
She then accused me of being a bad friend because I wasn’t supportive of her dating a moron who wanted to use her.  We had long conversations about it, and I told her I didn’t want to be around someone like him.  She didn’t care what I had to say anymore, so we dropped the situation and pretended like nothing was wrong.
A few days later she broke the news to me that she was moving schools.  She told me she had three days left.  I felt so sick when she told me this.  I couldn’t help but think what it would be like without her there.  I suddenly felt bad for our argument, and I apologized; but she didn’t seem to have any sympathy.  She was happy to be moving because she would be around new friends, and she had her new boyfriend who could drive and visit her and that was all she cared about now.
I dreaded for that Friday to come because it was her last day at our school.  I knew I wouldn’t see her anymore after lunch because we have different classes on opposite sides of the school, so I went to her locker to give her a hug good bye. When I found her, I started explaining how sorry I was for not being supportive, and I didn’t want to lose our friendship.  But then walked up her boyfriend, and she wasn’t listening to me anymore.  I walked away as they were hugging.
After this, I felt done.  I would just leave her alone like she wanted me too because she obviously didn’t care.  She only cared about her popular boyfriend and her new “best friends” whom she kept posting pictures with. 
Once again people kept asking me questions about her, and I had to reply with “I don’t know” because I simply didn’t since we hadn’t spoken a single word since her last day of school. 
I wasn’t lonely because I had other great friends, a caring boyfriend, and a family who loves me.  Despite that, I felt crushed and confused; I couldn’t help but to keep asking myself, ‘how could she believe him over me?’ ‘Why am I the bad person for trying to be a good friend?’
It had been two weeks since she’d been at her new school.  Just because she was gone, didn’t mean she wasn’t still talked about, especially because her boyfriend still goes to my school.  Monday morning had came and I got a surprising text from her saying “happy birthday.” I had been so gratified at that text because at least she hadn’t forgotten my birthday, and she took the time to send that message. I had a pleasant feeling that it would then be a good day.  Then I arrived at school to hear the new rumor spreading.  Her boyfriend told his friends at school that he had sex with her the previous weekend.  Before second period even came, people were asking me if this rumor was true. They thought I would have answers because no one knew we didn’t talk anymore.  As shocked as I was, again I had to answer, “I don’t know.” I didn’t believe it, but knowing this guy and how he is, it didn’t surprise me that he would make such a thing up.
I didn’t know if we were friends anymore; but she had texted me, so she obviously still cared.  I knew that if I were in her situation, I would want someone to tell me what was being said.  I thought about this forever and finally decided to text her and tell her what people were saying about her.  She replied right away but not with what I expected.  She was instantly furious, but not at her boyfriend for saying that. She was enraged at me.  She accused me of lying.  I tried to explain to her that I was only trying to help, and I’ve never tried to hurt her; however; she then texted my boyfriend to talk about me instead of just having a rational conversation with me. My boyfriend and I both were furious, and before I knew it everyone was outraged. It felt as if a volcano had just erupted in the room. It was my entire fault that I tried to be a helpful friend, but all I did was get everyone arguing.  We talked about this situation on the phone when I arrived at home to explain myself but she told me she was done with me. She continues to send me messages sometimes, ones that aren’t usually friendly or appreciative, but I don’t reply.
I cried about this for hours.  I was trembling and fell to the cold floor as my legs buckled beneath me.  I lay there bawling my eyes.  I could only see blur because of all the tears in my eyes. The sounds around me drowned out, and I could only hear the thoughts in my mind. I just kept wishing I had answers and wanted to know how I went so wrong.  The only answers I could get from anyone was that I just have to wait.  I have to wait till the day she’s willing to work past this and become friends again.  I try to be rational with myself, but the honest thoughts in my mind come from bitter, anger and confusion. I want to call her and tell her what she has done to me and how isolated she’s made me feel.  I want to scream and cry so badly.  But even until this day, what I really want is to just simply understand.