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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26. Matt's POV

Austin High School is one of those schools you never look twice at as you drive by. It's not really identifiable, it doesn't look like a school, or really anything else for that matter. It's just a plain brick building, and it's just THERE. It's the kind of school that senior students say, "Dude, I can't wait to get OUT of this dump," but secretly, when the time comes and they graduate, they don't want to leave. It's got a charm from all the people that have attended there. But if someone told you to look at that school and say the first thing that popped into your mouth, you'd probably say, "Eh, nothing special."

But somehow, the effect of all the different cars of teenagers, some beat-up and old, some expensive-looking, designer, and new, and the lights hung up on the rims of the roof, twinkling in the evening sky, the bustle of excited students in dresses and tuxes walking up the steps and into the gym, made everything magical.

"Here we are," Tally said, pulling into a parking space and taking the key out of the ignition, Jordin Sparks' "Battlefield" cutting off to a stop from the old radio in her car. She leaned back, rubbed her temples, and sighed, looking at the school a couple of feet away. 

"Well?" I asked after a moment.

Tally looked at me, her green eyes shimmering with a thick layer of tears. She shook her head, smiled sadly, and laughed without humor, putting her chin in her hands. "I can't do this, Matt. I...I just can't."

"What's the matter?" I asked.

She swallowed, and a tear leaked out of her eye and trickled slowly down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, shamefully, before I had a chance to. 

"This school," she said, staring out the windshield. "Every time I look at it... I think of what happened last year. People calling me terrible names I can't even repeat, the guy that assaulted me spreading the most obscene, untrue rumors about me... even physical hate, people gave me, pushing my baby bump until it hurt. Every time I look at this school, every freakin' time...,"

Tears were raining down her face nonstop now. I caught one with my finger, and she smiled tentatively and turned away.

"And... and I just... I can't even look at it without bursting into tears. I was driving with my son to the grocery store, and we passed this place. I looked at my son, and then back at the school, and...," she took a deep breath. "I just started bawling. My son was terrified; he'd never seen me cry before. I always did it in private because I didn't like to scare him."

"I'm really sorry this happened to you," I whispered. She looked over at me, her face gleaming with tears.

"Really?"

"No one," I said, feeling angry all of a sudden. "No one should have gone through what you went through. You're a beautiful, amazing girl, and I don't know why such terrible things have gone on in your life."

"Yeah," she said softly, looking down. Then she looked up. "Thank you. But I just don't--"

I took my face in her hands and slowly leaned close. Her green eyes widened, but she didn't retaliate. 

I touched her lips to mine, softly at first, then getting into it. At first she hesitated, her lips stiff, but slowly she relaxed. It felt exhilarating. Thrilling. Overwhelming. Amazing. Perfect. Like a romantic summer night. It was everything I had ever imagined. In my mind in the past, I had fantasized Christina kissing me like this. Even Kaitlyn. But for now I focused on Taliyah Jones. Sweet, amazing Tally, with the prettiest smile, the most awesome personality, and the coolest hair I had ever seen in a girl. I wasn't caught up in the moment. I really liked Tally, and slowly shifting towards the point of a four-letter word.

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