So Over It [completed, undergoing editing]

Christina: I can’t wait to come back to my hometown, Austin, Texas, to see my boyfriend, Matt.

Matt: I feel so guilty. She doesn’t know that I have a new girlfriend now… and I didn’t even tell her.

Christina: I’m heartbroken. I can’t believe he would do this to me. He cheated on me!

Matt: I miss her, more than anything.

Christina: I’m slowly healing. Maybe things will get better.

Matt: I’m just so confused.

Christina: I’m tired of wallowing around in misery and tears. I’m going to get revenge on this sleazy cheater, if it’s the last thing I do. I’ve got a hot guitar player, an amazing voice, a school dance to perform at, and the best girl-power-breakup song I’ve ever heard. Time to show him girls can be tough, too.

[A/N: WROTE THIS A LONG TIME AGO... SORRY IF IT'S BAD. IT'S UNDERGOING LOTS OF EDITING, BUT YOU CAN STILL READ IT. IT'S ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED ON A WEBSITE CALLED MISS LITERATI UNDER MY PEN NAME, KRISTY THOMAS. PLANNING TO SELF PUBLISH THIS SOON.]

*NOT A 1D STORY*

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11. Christina's POV

You know that really broken-hearted state girls get in, when they listen to sad songs in their bedroom, and cry themselves to sleep? I never would have though that that would happen to me. If you said, say, a couple of weeks ago, that I'd be sobbing along to "Wish You Were Here" while looking at old pictures of Matt and I, I would have laughed it off and said, "You're crazy. Matt and I, breaking up? What are you, insane?"

I guess it shows how much can happen in a few days.

Gabi, Ari, and Nicole try to comfort me, but it's not really working. They say Matt's a jerk, that I'm better than him. But I know that Matt's not a jerk. He's actually a really nice guy with a really nice soul. It's just that... Kaitlyn... well, she enticed him. I guess I'm not as exciting as her. I'm not as pretty, and I don't have the same fashion sense or personality.

I'm still mad, though. Wait, hold up. I don't know how I'm feeling. Mainly, I'm just depressed.

How could someone I've known since I was little, that I've shared so many experiences with, just blow me off like that?

I mean, he did try and apologize. Too little, too late, I thought.

Ugh! Why couldn't I just have one feeling and stick to it, like a NORMAL person?!

The next day, I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling and sulking. You know, doing nothing. My mom said I was "isolating myself" and I should "go out and get some fresh air." Ha! What did she know? She probably never went through a broken heart. It was her choice to leave my dad.

I kept replaying Jojo's "Too little, too late" song on my CD player. I loved this song. You know that song that describes exactly what you're feeling? I love that.

It's just too little too late
a little too wrong
And I can't wait
But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)
You say you dream of my face
But you don't like me
You just like the chase
To be real
It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)...

"Christina!" my mom said. I heard her coming up the stairs. "Your friends are here! And turn that crappy music off."

"It's not crappy music, mom, it's entertainment!" I yelled from my room. "Not that you would know, since you're a million years old and all."

"I'm forty-five!" my mom hollered back.

A few seconds later, Gabi, Nicole, and Ari burst in. "Oh my gosh, Christina! You're not going to believe this!" Nicole said.

"I don't wanna know. I don't care," I said listlessly.

"Turn this crap off," Ari scolded. She turned on the radio and Nicki Minaj's song "Starships" blasts from the speakers. The pulsing beat immediately lifted me up.

Starships were meant to fly
Hands up, touch the sky
Can't stop, 'cuz we're so high
Let's do this one more time...

"The Austin community is holding a midsummer dance," Gabi squealed.

A dance? Great. With my luck, Matt and Kaitlyn will probably steal the show."I don't dance. Ever."

"There's more," Ari said.

"Oh my gosh! Tell me! I'm not bored, depressed, or uninterested at all!" I said sarcastically.

"Sarcasm much?" Ari said, rolling her big brown eyes.

"Okay. Go on," I said, rolling my eyes back at her.

"Okay," Nicole said. She clapped her hands. "First of all, we have to go to the mall. To shop for dresses."

"N-O." I said.

"Then we're going to have to drag you out," Ari warned. "And I'm telling you right now, that won't be pretty."

"Whatever," I said.

"Second," Nicole stated, "There will be that local artist, Nick, playing there."

I thought about this. Nick was cute, in a bad-boy sort of way. He always wore leather jackets, and had stubble on his chin. He was known for playing really good rock songs. I liked him. He was about our age, maybe a bit older, and he was always covering Coldplay and All American Reject songs.

"So, we asked him something." Gabi put in.

"What did you ask him?" I asked curiously.

"Ifyouwouldsinginthebandthenightofthedancewithhim." they all said at the same time.

My stomach flopped, and the world stopped right there. Even when they said it as fast as they did, I could still hear it. And my answer?

"NO. WAY."

"Come on, Chrissy," Gabi pleaded. "You always say you're a bad singer. But we know you aren't. Whenever we have sleepovers, I hear you singing Kelly Clarkson's 'Stronger' in the shower."

Everyone nodded.

I turned red. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod. "You heard that?!"
 
"Yep," Gabi replied seriously. "Plus, you got the lead role in the musical back in New York."

I held up my index finger threateningly. "NEVER speak of it."

Gabi shrugged. "Sorry."

I sighed. "Guys, I don't know...,"

"Nick's got his own recording studio right here in Austin," Ari said. "You could practice so you don't make a total fool of yourself."

"Why are you making me do this?" I asked.

"Because, you're obviously depressed," Ari said. She pointed to my outfit. "I mean, you're wearing THAT."

I looked down at my Snoopy pajamas I had on all day. My hair was a mess, and I'd cried all my makeup off.

"I don't look that bad," I said weakly, trying in vain to defend myself.

"Oh, yes you do." everyone said together.

"We're going to the mall to buy dresses and meet Nick," Ari said. 

"When?" I asked. I was weakening, and they could tell. Crap.

Gabi smiled. "Right now."

I stared at them for a long time. 

"Fine, okay." I finally cracked. "Score one for peer pressure." I joked.

"Yay!" Gabi cried. We all gathered for a group hug. It was good that my friends supported me in all this. What would I do without them here?

I guess I was going to have to perform at the dance. I just better not screw up...

 

 

 

 

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