When I was in seventh grade, my best friend broke up with me. We had not been romantically involved, but that made it all the more painful. Wanting to make out with someone else, see your school jacket on a new back, slow dance with someone else to Warrant at the rec center dance...I could understand all of those things. My best friend deciding that she no longer wanted to be my best friend, that she was on the lookout for a new, better best friend, well...that baffled me entirely.