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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29. Christina's POV

As the last note whammed on Nick's guitar, I lifted my head, throwing my long locks back, and stared deep into Matt's brown eyes. His face was red, and his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He was sorry, truly this time. But I had a heart of steel for him now. I wasn't going to let him off that easy.

The whole room erupted in applause. And when I say the whole room, I mean everyone. Ari. Gabi. Nicole. People from my school. Even Kaitlyn. Well, she started to, but then she looked around and crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. My knees were trembling and I felt weak, but I felt a smile spread across my face. I had done it. I had performed a song while getting revenge on my ex. 

And it felt great. 

Nick and I kissed for 20 seconds, before I departed and headed to the bathroom. I needed to cool off for a while. On my way, people stopped me and congratulated me, saying I had a good voice and would Nick and I play at one of their knockout parties sometime?

I had a reunion hug with the girls, Ari, Nicole, and Gabi. It felt good to hug my best friends again. More importantly, it felt good to call them my best friends again.

Just as I was about to leave the gym, a strong hand stopped me. I turned around. "Excuse me, but what do you think you're--" And then I stopped. Because I was looking into the face of the one and only Jennifer Myer. The woman who had helped so many aspiring music artists and actors get their break, and were now known across the world. 

"Hello," she said crisply, shaking my hand. "I'm Jennifer Myer, a talent agent at United Talent Agency in Beverly Hills, California. You and your boyfriend, we have realized, have It. Talent. Just the thing we're looking for." she began to get excited. "We were searching for an alternative-rock duo, a boy and a girl. Not just for music, but to act in movies and TV shows as well. You have striking confidence, the way you hold yourself. I can tell you have a lot of girl power. That's just what Hollywood needs. You, Christina Simmons, have potential."

My heart began to pump faster as I stared into her eyes. Was this a joke? "Are you serious?" I asked. I began to feel dizzy with excitement.

"Yes, I'm serious," the woman cracked a smile, showing her perfect, white teeth against her red lipstick. "Welcome to Hollywood, Christina. You're going to be a star."

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In the course of twenty minutes, everyone knew. When I told Nick outside, where everyone had gravitated, his eyes widened and his face lit up into the biggest, most breathtaking smile I'd ever seen. He picked me up and threw me into the air, and I laughed. We ended with a kiss above the twinkling, sparkling stars. But the real stars, he had said, were in my beautiful eyes.

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When it started to drizzle, everyone went back inside. The dance was slowly thinning out, but the majority of people were still attending. I told Nick to go on ahead. I stayed outside, by back against the brick wall, faint rain dampening my long brown hair. I needed a minute to stare at the stars, compose my thoughts.

A lot hap happened in this last month or two, I thought to myself, sitting down in the grass on a hill and hugging my knees. 

First, I had gone to visit my mom and my soon-to-be stepfather, hoping to see my boyfriend Matt, who I had once loved. But I was in for a disappointment (and heartbreak) when I realized what he had been doing with a blond girl all that time. I smiled nostalgically, remembering how upset I was, how often I cried myself to sleep, and about how his little sister Bree believed in fairy tales, thinking that we were the prince and princess. It all seemed so silly now.

Then, in hopes of cheering me up, my friends had landed me the gig about performing at the Midsummer dance. I smiled again as I remembered how I got dressed up to go to the mall, to meet Nick. I remembered how cute I thought he was. How handsome. Laughing a little, I recalled when I had slurped up the noodles too fast because I was so happy, making my friends think I looked like a freak. My smile fading the tiniest bit, I remembered how I had tried to make Matt jealous.

And then he had walked up to me, trying to apologize once again. But I wouldn't have it. I refused.

Then came my makeover, and the first day I recorded with Nick. I laughed again, remembering how nervous I was that my knees gave way and I fell to the floor. I smiled, remembering how nice he was about it. I remembered the song we recorded, "Beggin' On Your Knees." 

And then came everything else. Frowning now, I remembered how Ari and the others had betrayed me, telling Matt and the whole town about Nick and I's kiss. I remembered how hard I had cried after they had left.

And then, I had cancelled plans with Nick, thinking there would be "too much drama." How foolish was I not to know that this was going to be the best night of my life?

And Ariana's threat, her bruising my arm. I looked down at my bandaged arm, covered in ruby red glitter. 

I remembered when Nick's package with the dress came earlier today, and how it made my heart sing with love. And how upset Ariana was when she told me that she had bipolar disorder.

All those events, leading to the most perfect night.

Again, tears clouded my vision. I didn't know why; sometimes I got emotional for no reason. I felt them spill down my face, but I didn't wipe them away. I didn't feel ashamed.

Until I heard a familiar voice.

"Ah, I knew you'd be out here."

I turned. 

It was Matt. His light brown hair was perfectly tousled, and his big brown eyes were kind. He looked great in his tuxedo. I felt empty for some reason. Wasn't I supposed to have a big reaction to him coming here?

And then I realized.

The pounding of my heart, the flush of warmth to my cheeks. All of those signs that I was in love, they weren't there anymore. Even at the sight of the slow smile I had once loved so much, it was gone. I felt nothing. Blank. 

"Hi, Matt," I said. I wiped some of my tears away with my fingers, drying my fingers with my dress.

Surprisingly, he sat down in the grass next to me, and we looked out at the stars. Silently. Tears filled my eyes as I remembered when we used to sit here, in this exact spot. Gazing out at the stars.

And you know what I liked about it?

There was no romance involved. Just two friends, sitting behind a hill and talking.

The tears escaped my eyes and slid down my cheeks as I gazed out at the twinkling stars. There were no words for us as we exchanged glances. The soft music of the Beatles' song, "For No One" played quietly from Matt;s unplugged laptop.

The day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all her words of kindness linger on
When she no longer needs you

She wakes up, she makes up
She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years...

"I... I know when I say I'm sorry, you won't believe me," Matt said, his voice full of sadness.

I looked into his big brown eyes, mine overflowing with tears. "I know."

"But I just want to say, even if we aren't friends, and if I never see you again in person...," I knew he was talking about my big break this gig had ignited. "I just want you to know that I truly regret what I did to you. You were a great girlfriend, and in earlier years, a great friend that beat me in a race on the playground in second grade." 

We both laughed halfheartedly.

"And I want you to know that I forgive you," I said quietly, tracing the fabric on my dress. And then I looked up into his big brown eyes. We shared a connection that lovers didn't have. It was called a special friendship. And I liked it. "Truly. I miss your kisses, but I miss hanging out with you, playing one-on-one in your garage, having races to the other block together even more. I miss being friends with you." 

He nodded as the song ended, fading slowly into the starry night. "I'm sorry, Christina."

"It's okay," I said, and I meant it. "I'm so over it."


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END OF BOOK ONE.

 

 

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