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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15. Christina's POV

 stared at myself in the beauty-stylist's full-length mirror, shocked. I didn't look like myself. At all. Well, yeah, I did. But a different version of myself. A prettier, more exoctic verison of myself, if that was the right way of putting it.

My hair, which was usually limp and straight, tumbled down towards my shoulders in a mass of bouncy glossiness. I looked like a girl from a Pantene commercial. My skin was clear and serene, with no bumps or spots to speak of. I had to touch my cheek in disbelief, wondering if it was really me standing in front of the mirror. The girl in the mirror lifted an elegant hand to her cheek and stared at me with beautiful, wide, made-up eyes, a questioning look in them. Then she opened up her pink, perfectly glossed lips to speak.

"Wow," I heard myself say. "This is... amazing. How did you do this?"

A couple days before, Gabi and my girls told me I needed a makeover. To tell Matt that I was over him like a plane in the sky. Still, I was reluctant. I wasn't THAT over him. I wasn't a plane... maybe just... a telephone pole.

Plus, I had to look good when I stood up in front of the whole town of Austin to perform, Ari said seriously. Ugh. Just that thought made me want to puke. Me? Standing up there? In front of all of them? I couldn't do it. Ever.

Earlier today, Nick had said he'd meet me (and my friends, who were, as usual, tagging along) at his recording studio so we could work on the song. I still hadn't picked the song. My stomach was a bundle of nerves, and whenever I thought about it, I felt so dizzy that I had to think of something else. That's how nervous I was.

But, before we did that, Gabi had said with a mischievous smile, we had to work on my "look."

"Nuh-uh," I had said. "No way. I can wear cute clothes. I can wear eyeliner. But I will not agree to a full-on complete makeover!"

Gabi said that her mom had agreed to pay for the beauty salon we were going to. Typical, seeing how rich they are.

Well, that just made me feel awkward. I didn't like the fact that Gabi's mom was paying for all of this. But what was I going to do, say no? So I smiled and mumbled my thanks as we walked out the door.

Now, as I stared at myself in the mirror, with my friends and my stylist around me, smiling knowingly, a rush of pleasure and confidence came over me. Forget the self-consciousness. Yeah, people would stare, but did I care? No, the answer was no, I would not. I had a gig to perform with the hottest guitar player in Austin, and I had the best BFFs in the world. Who cared if Matt dumped me? He was a jerk anyway. I had been too blind to see that. But now I did, and I felt better than ever!

I stared in silence at myself for another minute.

"I love it," I said finally.

The room erupted in cheers, and a smile spread across my face. For the first time in two weeks since I had arrived in Austin, this smile was genuine. I was going to rock this.

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"I still can't get over how pretty you look," Ari grumbled from the backseat of Gabi's pink BMW. Typical, I thought to myself. Ari's jealous. But for once, I didn't care.

"Neither can I," agreed Gabi. "You look foxy. I can't wait until Matt sees you. I wonder what he's going to think?"

"You know what?" I declared. "Who cares? I'm so over him. I'm done. He can play snogging games with his blond cheerleader girlfriend, but I don't care. Let him have the satisfaction. I'm so much better off without him." And for once, I meant it.

"I'm so glad," Nicole said. "What's up with his hair, anyway? It's so curly; like he never brushes it."

"I know, right?" I said. "Hey, let's turn up the music. I feel a dance coming on."

"She's baaack," I heard Ari whisper. 

"She so is," I heard Gabi reply. I smiled to myself, and let the music take over. The pulsing beat of Cascada's "Dangerous" lit up the day.

Give me a break
I'm melting away
You're so dangerous (dangerous)
My biggest mistake
I'm blinded by your eyes
I'm out of control
'Cuz you want it all
You're so dangerous (dangerous)
Or is it too late?
Gotta know what's on your mind. (D-dangerous.)...

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS MY FAVORITE SONG IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE STORY. LOOK IT UP, IT'S AMAZING! KBYE. :D)

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We got out of the car and into the studio, and my stomach tightened into knots. What was going to happen?  What if Nick thought I was a terrible singer that should be on the  'American Idol' reject list, like I saw on YouTube all the time and made me die laughing? What if I messed up in the recording studio and made a total fool of myself? What if... what if... what IF?!?!

I guess I was hyperventilating, because my girls were trying to ca me down. "Stop catastrophizing, Chrissy," Gabi told me seriously, rubbing my back. Typical. Gabi wants to be a therapist when she grows up, so lately she's been asking me things like, "How do you feel about that?" and "You are having irrational thoughts now," and stuff like that. Hopeless, in my opinion, but it's Gabi's dream, so if I'm a good friend, I won't shoot down her dream. Just like last week, when she wanted to be a backup dancer, and the week after that, when she wanted to be a veterinarian. She changes careers frequently.

"I'm fine, guys. Seriously." I said.

"You sure?" Nicole asked.

"Positive," I muttered.

A rush of cool air greeted me when I walked into the recording studio. Wow, this place was huge. And it was just like the recording studios in L.A. and on TV. I felt my knees almost give out under me. I didn't belong in a place like this.

"Nick?" I called.

Nick came out of a room. "Hey, Christina!" His sexy face lit up when he saw me. OhmyGod ohmyGod ohmyGod. That smile. My knees really did give way then. I fell to the ground.

Typical. And owww. My foot.

Nick's face creased in concern. He rushed over to me, as did my friends. "Are you okay?" he asked me.

"Oh, I'm fine as Jello in July," I replied. Of course, I didn't know what the heck I was talking about. I'd be the last to know, as usual. I rubbed my foot. It didn't hurt so bad anymore.

"Can you stand?" he asked. He held out his hand, and I took it. Oh, it was so nice, touching his hand. I nearly fell again, but luckily I didn't. I heard my friends behind me go, "Awwww," and I shot them a you-better-shut-up-NOW look that best friends always give when their other best friends are acting el-stupido.

"Does your foot hurt?" Nick asked.

"No," I rambled. "I don't feel anything at all, actually, which is good. I wonder why I got that sudden pain? Have you ever hurt somewhere and it just stopped suddenly? Never mind that. How about we start?" Oh God. My face turned redder than Ari's hair. What was I  rambling on about now?!

Nick chuckled. Oh Goddy God God. He has a sexy laugh. Well, really, he has a sexy everything.

"You're cute when you're nervous," he said.

I said, "Well, I'm about to get really adorable."

He laughed, and I laughed too. It eased the tension a little. We said goodbye to my friends, and Gabi said she'd pick me up in about two hours. Two hours alone with Nick...

When they left, Nick said, "How about we go into the recording studio?"

"Sure," I said. I did it, amazingly, without bumping into anything, which is a world record for me.

He grabbed his guitar. "So, what do you want to sing?"

I thought about this. Then my face brightened. "Do you know 'Beggin' On Your Knees' by Victoria Justice?"

"I know it, yeah," he replied.

"Wanna sing it?" I asked.

"My pleasure," he smiled. His amber eyes sparkled in the light of the recording studio. And we got to singing it. It was amazing. He really was a good guitar player. His guitar was red and white, and had a good sound. I just got lost in the music from there. 

You had it all
The day you told me
Told me you want me
 I had it all
 But let you fool me
 Fool me completely
 Yeah, I was so stupid
 To give you all my attention
 Cause the way you played me
 Exposed your true intentions

And one day I'll have you begging on your knees for me
Yeah, one day I'll have you crawling like a centipede
You mess with me
And mess with her
So I'll make sure you get what you deserve
Yeah, one day you'll be begging on your knees for me

I know I'm being bitter
 But Im'a drive you under
 Cause you just don't, don't
 Don't deserve a happy ever after
 But what you did to me
After you told me
 You never felt that way
 It was only just a game...


"You're really, really good," Nick said breathlessly after it was over.

I looked into his eyes. Funny, I didn't feel that nervous anymore, although my heart was beating like a drum as I looked into his amber eyes. 

He looked into mine, and that's when I knew what was going to happen.

We leaned in to kiss each other. It was fabulous. It was magnificent. It was amazing. His lips were soft, like butter, and sent a chill up my spine.

That day was the best day of my life.

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