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.




22. Matt's POV

Something disturbing happened Chili's the other day. Even Mom got tired of cooking macaroni and cheese from a box, and it was about time I had a little more variety in my diet. So we started going to Chili's every Wednesday night. It kind of became like a tradition. And Dad, praise baby Jesus, took over the cooking job every other night. It was mainly stir-fried mixed vegetables, but it was a lot better than the goopy, sometimes burnt noodles marinated in slimy melted cheese.

We were in the car, driving there. It's close enough that we can walk, but Dad is too lazy to walk and he doesn't seem to care about the environment, which is a bit weird as he's supposed to be a health freak and a doctor.

I plugged my iPod buds into my ears and selected the best song I had heard so far in my life-- Satellite by Rise Against.

You can't feel the heat until you put your hand over the flame
You have to cross the line to remember where it lays
You won't know your worth, son, until you take a hit
And you won't feel the beat until you lose yourself in it

That's why we won't back down
We won't run and hide
Yeah, cuz these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
So catch me if I fall...

The next thing I knew, we were there, and my song wasn't over yet. "We're heeerrreee!" Bri, my little sister, sang, her beloved stuffed unicorn in her hand.

"God, Matt," my stupid kid brother Mikey said. "Get out of the car, retard."

"Mikey," Dad warned. "Language. Your brother is not a retard. Be respectful."

I smiled to myself and took the 'phones out of my ears, climbing out of Mom's minvan just as I heard Mikey wallowing around, going, "Oh my God. I can't say ANYTHING around you. WHY am I grounded?!"

I was smug for a second, glad Mikey was punished, but then my smile faded completely and my heart dropped to my toes. Kaitlyn was there, talking and laughing with a guy I didn't even recognize. She had sunglasses on, but I knew it was Kaitlyn because of her super-short leather miniskirt and the highest platform pumps in the reddest color I'd ever seen. She twirled a hank of buttery blonde hair and smiled at the anonymous guy, laughing, and said, "You are SO funny. Oh, my gosh, you're so CUTE!" and swatted the mysterious guys' arm. Obviously, she had seen me out of the corner of her eye and tried to get me jealous. I scowled, and Mom noticed.

"Isn't that Kaitlyn?" she said to me, a little bit too loudly. I cringed with embarrassment, hoping Kaitlyn hadn't exactly overheard. "Who's she with? A guy? Did you guys break up?" The last part was the loudest. I didn't think my Mom meant to, but if I slipped into a coma of embarrassment right then and there, it would be my mom's fault. And when I would wake up, I'd sue her.

That did it; Kaitlyn obviously heard. She stared at me for a long, heart-stopped second behind her expensive designer sunglasses. I hid behind my menu, pretending to be super interested in the pork ribs with mixed vegetables and brown rice. Like it wasn't obvious. I peeked a little behind the menu, and wished I hadn't. She was whispering something to the mysterious guy. He laughed, looked my way, and kissed her softly on the cheek. She "accidentally" moved her head at the last minute so that their lips touched. They giggled softly, romantically, and she shot a smug glance my way for a tenth of a second. I didn't like her, of course. I wasn't jealous in the slightest. But something about it was fishy. It had only been a day since I told her things were over between us. She should be heartbroken, or at least sad. But no, she'd found another guy to fool around with. I couldn't believe it.

And then, as I was walking to the soda fountain, I saw yet something else a bit unexpected. Ariana, the annoying girl with the unnaturally bright red hair, was sitting in a booth on the phone, crying. She didn't look sad or hurt--maybe a little--but she did look angry. Her mother, who sat across from her, looked exhausted and tired as she tried to comfort her daughter.

"Don't even touch me, Mom," Ariana snarled nastily. She jerked away and said into the phone, voice shaking with fear, "What is bipolar disorder? How can I have it? I'm such a nice person!" 

Yeah, uh huh, I thought as I lingered by the soda fountain. Right.

Her whole body was trembling now, and her eyes widened as tears spilled out. "What?! Are you saying...? No. I can't go to a mental hospital. I'm NOT crazy!"

"Ariana," her mom touched her arm. This time, Ari didn't react. She stood perfectly still, tears raining down her face listlessly. Her face was ghostly white. "Yes. You too," she said hardly. "Bye."

She clicked END CALL on her mom's cell phone and handed it to her, calmly. I could see that she was holding in her anger, and it was about to burst any second. "Let's go," she said under her breath, cold as ice.

"Honey, we haven't even gotten our food yet." Ariana's mom said quietly.

"Mom," she said through gritted teeth. "A guy from my school is here. I can't be like this."

I let go of my breath and felt light-headed. I didn't know that she noticed me there.

"Okay, honey, okay." Ariana's mom grabbed her designer purse and left the money on the table. As they walked past, Ariana stopped and looked at me. Her eyes were pleading; full of emotion.

 "Please, Matt. Don't tell anyone... about this. If they knew I was going to a mental hospital...," she couldn't finish the sentence. Tears spilled from her big brown eyes and onto her already-wet cheeks. She wiped her eyes, and mascara smeared across her face. "Please, don't tell anyone. My social life will be ruined."

"Okay," I said softly. I didn't have to say anything else. I watched her walk away and hop into an expensive-looking car. And from a distance away, I heard a scream.

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