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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19. Christina's POV

I had given away my dress for the dance to charity, and canceled my plans to perform with Nick. Well, and why shouldn't I? Coming to Texas was a mistake, I had realized that many weeks ago. My so-called-boyfriend didn't have the balls to handle a long distance relationship, so he abandoned me for that tart Kaitlyn, and I found that out the hard way--experiencing it with my two own eyes. And then, just as things start to get better, just as I meet a new guy, one of my friends --my very best friends!--  decides to tell the whole world that I made out with Nick, the super-cute local singer. Now, people that didn't even bother to talk to me when I moved to New York were now texting me and IM'ing me, wanting to get the "deets" on my new boyfriend. I didn't reply; didn't want my life to get even more dramatic and unstable than it already was.

I sat in my room, staring at the cell phone in my hands. Was I really going to cancel my plans with Nick? He'd done nothing wrong, I knew that. But rumors spread like a fire--painfully and quickly. I liked him. I really did. But my trust for people was slowly beginning to fade, even for him.

I sighed and pressed his number on speed dial. On the third ring, he picked up, and I could hear the smile in his sexy voice. "Christina! What's up?"

"Hi, Nick." As always, his voice had me speechless, but somehow my tongue managed to form the words. "I have to talk to you."

"Well, sure. I'm getting ready for a gig in about fifteen minutes, but we can talk until then. What's the matter?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just...," Wrong, I thought to myself. This wasn't just nothing. We'd practiced this song for days, and the dance was less than forty eight hours away. I couldn't just bail now, after everything we'd worked on. He'd helped me write the lyrics to the song and get the melody just right. But, at the dance, completely irrational rumors would be flying, my friends would be there; but they hated me, and my ex-boyfriend would be with his snotty blonde date, probably in a too-short, too-tight dress and four inch pumps, and I would be onstage PERFORMING, in front of all those people. I just couldn't deal with it. I know that was probably self-centered and cowardly, and some people had it even worse off socially than I did, but I had gone through so much already, and I didn't need to be put in any more torture, at least for a little while.

"Yeah?" 

I sighed. "Nick... I know this is a little late, but... I... I can't perform the song with you at the dance."

Silence cut through my heart like a knife on the other end. "Nick?" My heart quickened. I shot up from my bed.

"Why?" His voice was smooth, without any emotion, but I knew the disappointment in his voice was hidden deep behind somewhere.

"Because... i-it's just... too much drama." The words sounded so lame coming out of my mouth that I cringed. "People talk, you know?" 

"Huh," he said. That's all he said. The silence was slowly killing me. I sank back onto the bed. We must not have spoken for about two minutes when he finally said, "I thought you were different, Christina."

What? Had I not heard him right? That must have been it.

"Um, come again?"

He sighed. "I said that I thought you were different. At first, you seemed like a kind, pretty, shy but determined and confident girl that didn't care what anyone thought of her. But now... being afraid to go to the dance because of a little intimidation of society... that's downright superficial."

"What?!" Tears filled my eyes but didn't fall. I squeezed my eyes shut to prevent them, and gripped my cell phone until my knuckles paled.

"I've always wanted a girl who was comfortable in her own skin, and was cool with being with me, even with all the talk," he continued. "But you just proved to me that you're just another teenage girl."

I caught a tear between my finger just as it was about to trickle down. I wasn't going to cry. No, no, no. Well, at least not until we hung up.

"Meaning?" My voice broke, and I hoped he didn't hear it from the other end of the call.

"Meaning you're just so consumed about what other people think of you. You care too much about it. Just because your so-called best friend spread a rumor about us kissing. Who cares? Why didn't you just go with it?"

Silence caught in my throat. Why hadn't I?

"And when your ex-boyfriend cheated on you with that other girl. Why didn't you just let it go?"

"I was hurt," I defended myself, rather weakly. "You don't just get over things fast, Nick."

"Apparently. I've got to go get ready for my gig. I'll... see you around." 

The telltale sound of the click on the other line beat me to saying, "You too." But I couldn't even speak. My hand went limp and dropped the phone. I put my head in my knees and sobbed, for the umpteenth time in the past couple of weeks. But really, I didn't have any tears left.

 

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