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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8. Matt's POV

It was dinnertime at my house. My family always insists that "Dinner time is family time" and therefore, we have to eat together. My Mom, my Dad, my annoying brother Mikey, and my little six-year-old sister, Bree.

We usually have macaroni and cheese or something like that, because unlike most moms, my mom couldn't cook for her life. It's the only thing she knows how to make, and sometimes she adds peas or something in it to make it more "healthy." Hopeless.

Luckily, there were no signs of mystery vegetables in my macaroni tonight, which was good, but I couldn't really eat it. I was too busy thinking about Christina, and that made my stomach flop, lame as it sounds. So I just kind of flopped the noodles around.

"You're not eating, Matt," my mom said, concerned.

"Mom, we have mac and cheese every day," I complained. "Can't we have some variety?"

"Matt," my dad warned.

"Sorry," I muttered. "It's just that I'm a little tired of it."

"Oh! Oh no!" my mom suddenly seemed distressed.

"What is it, Barbara?" my dad asked.

"Yeah, what is it, Mommy?" Bree asked, swinging her legs in her seat. Her tutu fabric swished on her legs.

"Christina's family. They were supposed to come over for dinner tonight, weren't they, Rick?"

"Oh, man," my dad said, rubbing his temples. "Guess we forgot."

"Well, I'd better go call them." My mom raced for the phone before my stomach even had a chance to flop.

"Um, since we all forgot, why don't we call it off for tonight?" I suggested. Or tomorrow night? Or this summer? Or ever?

"I am not going to be rude to their family like that, Matt," my mom scolded, holding the phone to her ear. Then her face brightened. "Hi, Terri! It's me, Barbara. I was just wondering if you'd like to come to our house for dinner?" Silence. "Oh, great! No, that's not a problem at all. I'm sure our kids will love the spinach-tofu logs.... wonderful! I'll see you then! Ta-ta!" She hung up the phone. "They'll be over in five minutes."

I saw Mikey give me this disgusting, knowing smirk from across the room, and I gave him a "shut-up" glare. He knew somehow about all of this. If he told my mom and dad, I'd kill him.

"Now, kids. Matt, please go to your room and try to find something more... presentable." Mom said. I glanced down at my Green Day t-shirt and the jeans I had worn the day before. "Mikey, please try and get that awful stain off your shirt. Bree, can you go put your tutu away, honey? Why don't you put on your church dress?"

"I don't want my church dress! I want to look like a fairy princess!" wailed Bree.

My mom sighed. "Okay. Boys, get dressed."

"Why doesn't she have to?" Mikey whined.

"Because Bree is six, and she'll have a fit if she doesn't get her way. Now go," my mom was being completely unreasonable, but I let it roll off my back and went to my room, throwing on a Skrillex tee shirt instead, and some new jeans, which were almost identical to the ones I had on.

I went downstairs, and to my horror, Christina's family was already there. I avoided eye contact with everyone, especially her, and plugged in my iPod to Eminem. From there, I just got lost in the music.

I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now, there's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight...

"Matt!" My mom yanked the iPod out of my ears. Ow. "Terri just asked you a question!" She smiled politely at Terri. "Be social!" she whispered to me. I made a face at her. Then I looked at Terri, who was sitting next to Christina. I pretended to block her out, but I couldn't help but notice she was wearing this really pretty purple dress, and her hair was down, which looked good on her. 

Shut up, brain.

"I said, how old are you now, sweetheart?" Terri asked.

"Oh. Sixteen. Almost seventeen." I answered. 

"Same with my Christina," Terri beamed. "They grow up so fast, don't they? It seems like just yesterday we brought my little girl home from the hospital...,"

As the grownups got into their boring conversations, I studied Christina. She had makeup on, but the rims of her eyes looked sort of red, like she'd been crying. Not like she'd admit it to me. I felt bad; I knew I was the one that made her cry.

She saw me looking at her, and glared. Like, seriously glared. He stare was like ice cutting into me. I had to lower my eyes.

Christina started talking to Bree, cooing and smiling and complimenting her on her tutu.

"Are you a princess?" she asked kindly.

"No. I'm a fairy princess queen." Bree said proudly.

"That's so cute!" Christina cooed.

"I have my pet unicorn here." Bree said, holding up her purple unicorn she'd had since she was three. "Do you like unicorns?"

"I love them," Christina gushed.

"Are you and Matt boyfriend and girlfriend? Are you prince and princess?" asked Bree.

"Bree," I said under my breath. My stomach flopped, and the world froze. An awkward silence came over the table.

Christina's face hardened. "No. Sometimes fairy tales don't have happily ever after," she answered Bree. Then she turned to my mom. "Is there a bathroom I can use, please?"

"Of course dear. Down your hall and to your left." answered my mom.

"Thanks," Christina said. Then she glared at me, and I shrunk down into my seat. Enimem's voice still played in the background, but all I could think about was what Christina said about happily ever afters. 

It was obviously true.

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