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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27. Christina's POV

I heard the gasps of hundreds as Nick climbed out of the car, smiled warmly at me, took my hand and picked me up in his arms in from of hundreds, the billowing fabric of my crimson dress sparkling as I smiled sweetly at him.

"You look like a beautiful rose," he whispered to me.

He walked me up slowly up to the steps to the gym, the shocked crowd making a wide path for us. I smiled proudly as bits of conversation passed through my ears. I didn't care about the talk anymore. I just cared about being here at the dance, with him.

"...I knew that rumor was true..."

"...Nick is MINE...," 

"...Did you hear? They kissed in a hot tub...,"

"...They're probably doing it for publicity... she wants to get famous...,"

"...Her dress is GORGEOUS. Looks vintage....,"

"....He is a dreamboat....,"

"...They make SUCH a cute couple!...,"

"...What happened to her arm...?"

I froze. Nick noticed my tense body, and he stroked my cheek soothingly. "What's the matter?"

"My arm," I said through clenched teeth. I decided I actually enjoyed the attention of being a local rock star's date, much to my earlier worries, but I really didn't want to hear all of the talk about what might have happened to my swollen, red and bruised arm. And I couldn't just tell the truth-- Ari was my friend again, or slowly making her way to that point. I couldn't just betray her--even if she had betrayed me. "I-I forgot to wrap it up."

Nick's forehead lined with worry, but Ari heard us and came to our rescue. She nodded at us with devious eyes and a smirk on her pretty face. I knew that look--Ariana Aspen had a plan.

She hollered to the crowd, "Oh my GOSH! Is that...Harry from One Direction? And Zayn too? Oh, my GOSH! That looks like NIALL!" 

Everyone looked over, especially the girls, mostly young freshman, gasping with delight. There were a group of five boys--all resembling One Direction-- but it obviously wasn't them, just a few cute boys from the high school. What would a super-cute, super-famous British/Irish boy band be doing in Austin, TEXAS, anyway? 

But judging from the wide eyed, totally starstruck look on Ari's face, I would have probably believed her. Ari, I realized, was an amazing actress.

And so hundreds of fangirls, grabbing their friends and dates, ran screaming to the innocent boys, shouting, "Harry Styles! I love you! Can I have a hug?" Or "Liam! Liam! PLEASE take a picture with me!" Some of them were even crying with joy, extremely overexcited to meet their favorite "celebrities." The boys were surprised at first, but devious smiles lit up their faces as they exchanged sneaky glances with each other. They started signing autographs and taking pictures. Once everyone had gravitated over to the other side of the parking lot, Ariana, Nick, and I raced to the other side of the school.

"That was close," Nick breathed.

"Wow, Ari, clever," I said, impressed. "You ARE a good actress, but I didn't know they'd fall for that!"

"Come with me," Ariana said. We sneaked into an open door and raced down a wide hallway. As I passed one of my old teacher's rooms, I shuddered and wondered why schools were so creepy at night and in the summer. Vacant.

Then we turned a corner and raced into the nurse's office, which, surprisingly and fortunately, was open too. Nick and I exchanged looks as Ari rummaged through the nurses' desk. She pulled out some gauze, and wrapped it around my arm.

"Are we done?" I asked hopefully. 

"Heck no," Ariana replied. She took me by the hand and led us next door, to the art room. Again, she rummaged through some cabinets until she found what she was looking for-- red glitter. She sprinkled it on my bandaged arm, and suddenly my arm didn't look like it was injured anymore. It looked like a new fashion statement--unique yet chic.

We ran through the hallways, back to where we first started.

And then, before we knew it, we were in the gym, the lights dancing like stars in the night sky above the pounding music. People were dancing on the glitter-covered floor, moving their hips and their body to the pulsing beat of "Glad You Came" by The Wanted.

The sun goes down, the stars come out,
 And all that counts is here and now,
 My universe will never be the same,
 I'm glad you came.
 You cast a spell on me, spell on me
 You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me
 And I decided you look well on me, well on me
 So let's go somewhere no one else can see, you and me.
 Turn the lights out now,
now I'll take you by the hand,
Hand you another drink, drink it if you can,
 Can you spend a little time,time is slipping away,
 Away from us so stay,stay with me, I can make,
 Make you glad you came...

Over by the refreshment stand, there were cookies and punch and pizza and soda, along with miscellaneous candy in a bowl. I started to feel nervous; this was the day I had to perform. I felt a panic attack coming on. I zipped over to the refreshment stand, snatched a pink frosted cookie, and stuffed it in my mouth. Eating usually calmed my nerves, but tonight, all I wanted was to throw up, I was so nervous. I was about to perform in less than twenty minutes. And where was Matt? I didn't see him.

Nick appeared beside me.

"You okay?" he asked.

I could play it cool, I thought, pretend like nothing was wrong. But I didn't. I liked Nick a lot, and I realized I could let my guard down and share my feelings with him.

"I'm super n-nervous," I added, and when it became clear to me I had stuttered on the last word, I blushed as crimson as my dress. "I don't like performing in front of crowds."

"But you have a beautiful voice," Nick told me. "And the audience is waiting for this. You're going to knock their socks off."

I laughed nervously, a bit too loud. "No one wears socks to a dance."

"Do they?" he asked, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously at me and lifting his feet up. There, almost covered by his fancy shoes, were gray socks with red guitars on them. "I wear them whenever I perform," he admitted sheepishly. His cheeks turned as red as mine had been a few seconds ago. "They give me confidence."

"What about me?" I asked. "What will give me confidence?"

He smiled, and kissed me tentatively on the lips, not wanting to cause talk, I assumed. But that was okay. I didn't really want drama either. 

"I'll be there, playing guitar, and singing backup vocals. Right next to you. I'll protect you." he whispered in my ear. "I love you."

I froze. He had just said it: the big L-word. Sure, he had said it to me in the letter, but in person it felt so much more real. Dazzling, dizzying, his standing right beside me, looking into my eyes with his breathtaking, beautiful own. I didn't know what to say for a second, I was speechless. Tears filled my eyes for some odd reason, and I blinked them away, but they spilled onto my cheeks anyway.

"I-I love you too," I whispered.

He wiped away a teardrop with his finger, smiling at me. "Don't cry. You'll ruin your dress."

A slow song started to play in the gym, and the crowd relaxed as they look their dates as they swayed romantically side by side. 

I recognized the song. It was a Sarah Evans song, "I Could Not Ask For More." Nostalgically, I remembered when Mom and dad were married, they would play this song in the kitchen as they made breakfast, swaying softly to the lovely, romantic melody. It was then that I prayed, Please, let Mom and Dad be like this forever.

And then... it all ended.

More tears spilled from my eyes. He wiped them away softly, his amber, liquid-topaz eyes melting with concern. "Christina, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," I whispered, unconvincingly.

"Tell me," he pleaded.

"My mom and dad used to love each other. And-and they danced to this song. And then they got divorced."

He smiled understandingly.

"I will never leave you," he whispered in my ear. We swayed softly to the music, my head resting on his shoulder, never wanting this moment to end.

Lying here with you
Listening to the rain
Smile just to see the smile upon your face
These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive
And these are the moments I'll remember all my life
I've found all I've waited for
And I could not ask for more

Looking in your eyes
Seeing all I need
Everything you are is everything in me
These are the moments
I know heaven must exist
And these are the moments
I know all I need is this
I've found all I've waited for, yeah
And I could not ask for more

I could not ask for more than this time together
I could not ask for more than this time with you
And every prayer has been answered
Every dream I've had's come true
Yeah, right here in this moment
Is right where I'm meant to be
Here with you here with me, yeah...

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