I looked over to the magazines rack in the newsagents and who should be standing there but Jake, my stomach churned looking at him. All the memories flooded back- friend , no friend of mine. Words spoken that could never be unsaid; the times he’d ‘forgotten’ his wallet; or pleaded for a lift; the lies. “Urghh” i thought. “Once was enough, never again” I turned on my heels and strode out of the shop; head held high.