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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16. Matt's POV

Word gets around fast in this town. It's one of those small country towns where everyone knows everything about everyone. My mom, who is from Michigan, always said she hated it here, felt like she was living in a fishbowl. She can't stand not going to book club and not knowing whether any of the other forty-five year old women gossiped about whether her new haircut made her head look funny or whether the blouses she wears are too pink and frilly and make her look like an old lady. Me, I'm a live-and-let-live kind of guy, and if they gossip, they gossip. But for some reason, after all of this... what to call it... DRAMA with Christina happened, I get miffed about everything, and gossip is one of them.

It's really bad in school. Oh, the joys of high school. I'm really glad that it's summer vacation now. Once last year, an innocent girl went out of school for like two months because she had the flu. Rumor gets around, and what's it now? She's pregnant. I was literally dying laughing; it was kind of funny to see the kids, even the seniors, get so worked up in a rumor that wasn't even true and didn't even involve them. It just shows you how screwed up our society is, really. When she showed up two months later, she didn't even have a baby bump. The kids realized how stupid and ignorant they were being and quit teasing her.

But I wasn't feeling that way last night, that gossip didn't bother me. Not at all. I was feeling pretty darn miffed by it. Why does our society have to be like this? Why couldn't all of us be live-and-let-live?

But when I heard the news that Christina was making out with Nick, the axe-marinating total sado, I just about lost it. I know, I know, I was being a total wimpy, intrusive, possessive butt. But I felt like Christina should be mine, all mine.

God, was I screwed up, or what?

Ari told me. I had heard the rumors before this, but I had just let them foll off my back like I was a turtle. Why let it get to me? It was just rumors, anyway. Until she rang me at about midnight or one-oh-five last night, and she told me the whole truth, telling me not to tell anyone that she told me, especially Christina, because she didn't want it getting around.

Some pal she is to Christina, huh?

I told her to buzz off and go bug someone else this late at night. She sniffed like the snobby, self-centered, total brat she is and then hung up.

I sighed and put my head in my hands. Then the anger rushed inside of me, and I threw a shoe across the room. It hit my table lamp and it fell over but didn't break.

I hate myself, I thought. I hate Nick. But I don't hate her, meaning Christina.

Who could?

Then, a few seconds later, Kaitlyn made a request to chat on Skype. I stared at the blinking invite, the screen glowing florescent in the dim light of my room. I sighed and clicked deny. Then I got under my covers and stared at the ceiling, Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day blasting from my stereo.


I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
When the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah....

It's a long time before I fall asleep. And when I do, my dreams are occupied of Christina's beautiful face. Maybe that's the only thing that hasn't changed.

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