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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2. Matt's POV

Matt's POV

I've always lived in Texas my whole life. It was there that I met this amazing girl, Christina. She wasn't like all the other girls in pre-school, who wore tutus and carried dolls and hid behind their mothers fearfully the first day. Oh no. This girl was a tomboy. Outgoing and fearless, she was one of the boys. She wasn't afraid to hang out with us or wear shorts and a tee shirt or get a little mud on her face. She was fast, too. Outran all of the other little boys-- except for me. One day in second grade, I offered her a race. I figured, since she was a girl, she'd never be able to beat me.

I was dead wrong.

This girl pumped her legs and beat me, five yards ahead of me. She didn't even seem out of breath. She grinned and raised her arms in triumph. "Ha!" everybody laughed. "Matt, you beat a GIRL."

We hung out together ever since.

I guess it was around fifth grade that things changed. She smiled at me during class and lent me her eraser, which I greatly appreciated.

But, I couldn't stop this feeling that came out of me. It was weird. Me? Liking Christina? No way. But it was true.

So one day, in seventh grade, I kissed her under a sycamore tree. She smiled and kissed back.

"I really like you," I said, my face burning.

"I really like you too," she said.

We kissed again, and became an "item."

But the moment was broken when Christina's parents divorced. Her dad was taking her to New York City, and it looked like she was staying there for a while. I was sad, and she was too. I think she was even crying a little. And tough Christina NEVER cries. I gave her my Facebook, Skype, email, and phone number.

We chatted a lot for a couple months.

Then Kaitlyn came into the picture, around, say, maybe ninth grade. Let me tell you first, Kaitlyn is the exact opposite of Christina. They're like two totally different species of girl. Kaitlyn is blond and cute and wears skirts and heels that make her legs look a million feet long. Christina is a tough tomboy that loves to skateboard and wear whatever.

One day at lunch, Kaitlyn came up and kissed me. No warning. Just, you know, like that. Right there. I was starstruck. Then she winked and gave me her phone number. 

"Call me sometime," she had said with a seductive wink.

I really liked this Kaitlyn girl, but I felt kind of guilty about Christina. So I stopped texting her, even though she texted me.

A couple months later, Kaitlyn and I were the "cutest couple in the school." We went to dances together, and hung out a lot. She was amazing, and a good kisser too. We had never gone any further than that.

Today I got a text from Christina. I hadn't heard from her in a while. When my phone buzzed, I looked at the number and groaned.

Christina: heyy! guess what? i'm in texas for spring break!! that means we can hang out :) i'm coming to your house right now!! cya!

"Who is it?" asked Kaitlyn. She was sitting on my bed, and we were listening to Kelly Clarkson and Katy Perry and Taylor Swift... stuff like that. Not my kind of music (I'd take Skrillex over that any day)  but Kaitlyn thought it was romantic. 

"Uh, nobody." I said.

Kaitlyn's pretty face looked suspicious, but she tucked a long lock of blonde hair behind her ear and shrugged. "So...,"

"So...," I said.

We leaned in to kiss, and it led to a make-out session. I was in love with this. We kept kissing and kissing and kissing... and I thought I heard the doorbell ring, but I wasn't sure. Oh well. I heard the front door open. Heard my little brother Kevin say, "He's in his room." Heard someone come up the stairs. It still didn't hit me.

Until Christina walked in my bedroom door.

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