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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6. Matt's POV

After Christina left, I got this empty feeling inside of me. Like, nothing was inside, and I felt numb. Mind you, I'm a pretty happy guy, but hurting Christina was like slapping a cute little puppy in the face. It was terrible. I knew I had to do something, but I was torn between Kaitlyn and Christina.

Kaitlyn smiled seductively and traced the outline of my lips with her finger. I loved it when she did that. But it didn't give me the tingle that it usually did.

"Now that she's gone," she whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine, "We can talk about us."

I swallowed. "Kaitlyn...,"

Kaitlyn put a hand to my lips. "Just shut up and kiss me," she murmured.  She planted her lips on mine and we kissed. It felt nice, but just... not right. At all.

"Kaitlyn...," I said again, with more force this time.

Kaitlyn didn't respond. She just kept kissing me.

"Stop," I ordered. She stopped, all right. She got the message.

"You're thinking about Christina, aren't you?" she asked, sighing, and I could see the hurt in her eyes. "I guess I'm not pretty enough for her. I don't make you laugh. I'm not worth your time...," tears filled her eyes, and she looked away. "I get it," she whispered. "I get it. It's okay. I'm not her. You'll never love me the way you love her. I'm totally okay with it." She got up and grabbed her bag, and stared at me a moment.

"Kaitlyn, it's not that," I said, grabbing her arm. "You are beautiful, wonderful, and you're worth my time. I'll never leave you." I sighed. "It's just...,"

"Tell me," Kaitlyn pleaded. "Tell me what's right with her, and what's wrong with me!" 

"Everything," I said. "Everything's right with you. You are amazing."

"What made you choose her? What made you kiss HER?" Kaitlyn persisted.

"To be honest, she was nice. She treated me right, and she mad me laugh. She's the kind of girl that you can party with and have a good time with."

Kaitlyn stared. Hard.

"But, to be honest, I wouldn't give you up for the world, not even for her. You are my choice."

Kaitlyn's glare softened, and a coy smile played on her pink lip-glossed lips. "You mean that?" 

"Totally," I said. Kaitlyn ran into my arms, and we kissed a while longer, and just hung out. But even through my kindness, I couldn't help but feel dirty. Guilty. Christina was awesome. And I felt that I had lost a part of me when I chose Kaitlyn instead of her.

Had I made the right choice?

I was confused, dazed, and guilty, and just wanted to sleep.

 

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