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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10. Matt's POV

I excused myself and went down the hall and to my left, where the bathroom was. I pressed my ear against the door and heard a sound that broke my heart: Christina's quiet sobs. Smething broke in me then. What had I done? What? I'd lost everything I had. That everything was Christina. Why did I let a perfectly good heart, a perfectly good soul, go to waste?

"Christina," I said softly.

I just heard her crying.

"Christina, please. Come out."

"No." Her voice was muffled by the door. "Why should I?"

"Because," I said. I leaned against the door. I actually felt like crying. How pathetic was that? It was like my life was one of those stupid yet addicting soap operas my mom always watched on TV. "I realized how much you truly mean to me. Like seriously. You mean so much to me. Crap, Chrissy, we've been friends since we were in diapers."

Silence.

"I freakin' love you, man," I pleaded.

The door opened. There stood Christina. But she wasn't all smiling and fogiving, ready to jump back into my arms again. Her makeup was all over her face, and her face was all blotchy. But she still looked beautiful.

She was glaring. And angry. More angry than I had ever seen her.

"Yeah?" she asked, her voice quivering. "And just about how many girls have you said that to?"

"Christina--"

"Don't talk to me, okay?!" she pushed past me and ran through the kitchen and out the door.

I stood there. I never thought I could get a broken heart, but I felt this weird pain and ache in my chest.

Was this what it felt like?

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