I had just made it to Alex's house and it was about 3:50 AM New Year's Day.  I parked my silver honda civic on the curb and bounced out of the car.  I made my way to his ground level window.  My high heels pierced the frozen ground.  The night was cold, and I was freezing in my black sweater.  I dialed his number again from my cellphone.  It was my eighth time calling since I left Stan's party.  I looked into  the window and I saw his phone light up.  I pushed my ear to the cold glass, but there was no sound.  I quitely began tapping on the window.  I knew his sister was upstairs asleep.  I started tapping more and more, but there was no sound.  I quickly called again on my phone.  The phone kept ringing and ringing and ringing , but Alex wouldn't move.  In frustration I smacked the glass window and it made a loud noise.  Inside I heard Alex yell out for someone to leave him alone.  He must've thought it was his parents knocking on his bedroom door.  In tears I slowly walked towards my car.  I felt so angry and I didn't want to go home until I had talked to him.  I eyed the wooden bench in his yard.  I sat on the bench and closed my eyes.  The night was getting colder and it started to snow.  All I kept thinking was "How did this happen?", "We can't be over yet."  I was not sure what to do next.  I didn't want to go home to my parents who would be angry with me for drinking alcohol.  I couldn't get caught doing that; to make matters worse I drove to Alex's house intoxicated.  "I should've stayed at Stan's house," I thought to myself.  "God!, I can't believe I slept with him tonight, Alex and I had only been broken up for a few hours."  I felt so much anger rise inside me.  "Why would Alex ruin us?" I said softly into the answerless night.  I ran back to the window.  I started tapping on the window again.  "I am such a whore!" I thought to myself.  Depsite my continous efforts to awake Alex, there was no stirring in his dark room.  I walked back to my car, got inside, cursed, and then I drove away.