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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28. Matt's POV

I felt the gawking stares as I walked into the room with Tally. Some people stopped dancing to look, their mouths open and their eyes full of shock. Others, mostly guys, were leaning against the wall, and smirking knowingly as she came in. Some of them whistled. Everyone whispered to each other, sharing disapproving yet amused glances. I thought I might have seen Kaitlyn and her Mysterious New Lover somewhere in the crowd, glaring at me. She was wearing a super short, off-the-shoulder black slinky dress, fishnet stockings, and black high-heeled booties. I heard the snips of nasty gossip and conversation, and to be honest, it pissed me off and got to me. But Tally, the main target, stood tall and proud as she walked in. Her face was grim yet tough, and she didn't look weak or vulnerable. But I knew years of practice, years of teasing had gotten her to that point. A strong layer, a shield, covered her, causing her to seem immune to the stares and cutting, nasty words. But I knew that behind they tough layer, tears were falling, and she was wondering when her relentless reputation in this school, in this town, would ever end.

"Were do you want to go first?" Tally asked calmly.

I noticed a man and a woman in professional-looking suits. The man looked familiar; but I couldn't place him. The woman did, too. I wondered who they were.

"How about the refreshment table?" I suggested. It seemed safe. Even though it was in the middle of the dance floor, no one was really there. They were all too busy dancing to Taio Cruz' Dynamite, their attention straying from Tally's unexpected entrance to the pulsing beat and the strobe lights flashing, full of color.

I throw my hands up in the air sometimes
Saying AYO!
Gotta let go!
I wanna celebrate and live my life
Saying AYO!
Baby, let's go!

I came to dance, dance, dance, dance
I hit the floor
'Cause that's my, plans, plans, plans, plans
I'm wearing all my favorite
Brands, brands, brands, brands
Give me space for both my hands, hands, hands, hands
Ye, ye
Cause it goes on and on and on
And it goes on and on and on

Yeah!

I throw my hands up in the air sometimes
Saying AYO!
Gotta let go!
I wanna celebrate and live my life
Saying AYO!
Baby, let's go!

'Cause we gon' rock this club
We gon' go all night
We gon' light it up
Like it's dynamite!
'Cause I told you once
Now I told you twice
We gon' light it up
Like it's dynamite!

As the beat pulsed on, and when we got twenty feet from the refreshment table, Tally's green eyes lit up. She looked at me, a genuine yet sneaky smile on her face. "First one to the green cake wins! Loser buys pizza!" she pointed to another table near the entrance, where volunteers were selling slices of Domino's.

"You're on," I smirked. We raced towards the table, where among cookies and punch, lay the most delicious looking homemade green cake I had ever seen. Its icing looked creamy and rich, and edible decorations of stars lit it up. Across it were the words, "First annual Austin High Midsummer Dance."

She shoved me out of the way playfully, but I got to it first. Taking a fork, I stabbed into one of the stars and the letter "A" from "Dance."  Creamy green icing came up with it, along with a hunk of spongy-looking chocolate cake. I bit into it; it was even better than it looked. Tally came as a close second, but grabbed an even bigger piece and shoved it into her mouth. Green icing spread across her entire face. I started laughing, but then she smiled deviously and took another piece, stuffing it INTO MY MOUTH.

"Oh, it's on!" I teased, and did the same to her.

Stares turned into full-on gawks from the dancers, but we didn't care. We just laughed and hung out, having the best time.

"I love this song," Tally said, moving to the fast beat a little bit. She was letting go, little by little, smiling more, little by little, as she lifted her hands up to the ceiling, the sky, the stars. With her eyes, she motioned me to follow.

And we danced.

...........................................................................................................................................

A few minutes later, the song was over. The music stopped, and the strobe lights quit flashing as the lights turned on. People, including us, groaned.

"Awww crap. Is it over?" someone asked. Tally glanced at her phone and showed it to me, confused. It was only 8:45.

"It better not be!" A man's voice boomed. I looked up to see my old gym teacher, Mr. Howards. Instead of his usual sweatpants, he wore a suit and a tie. And instead of his grumpy, I-hate-high-school-kids frown wrinkling his face, he wore a big, cheery smile. It took me a while to recognize him.

"We have a little performance for you tonight," he continued. 

Performance? I wondered.

And then I remembered. Christina and Nick. My stomach felt funny, but I blamed it on the cake.

"You okay?" Tally whispered. 

"Huh?" I asked. "Um, yeah. I'm... fine."

"Okay," Tally turned away. But I could tell she was curious.

"The super-hot local rock star...," he said. I winced. "Nick Anderson!" he cried. "And rising-to-local fame rock-pop sweetheart, Christina Simmons!"

Half of the crowd broke into whispers and weird looks, and the other half started cheering.

"Christina Simmons? That's your ex-girlfriend, right?" Tally asked.

"Yeah," I whispered, my heart pounding as Christina, in a beautiful red dress and combat boots, took Nick's hand as they marched to the middle of the dance floor. Christina's hair was in a messy yet elegant updo, and she smiled confidently to the cheering crowd, taking Nick's hand and raising it high in the air. She reminded me of Katniss for some reason, the girl on fire.

And then Nick took out his guitar, and in one move, Christina let down her hair and it tumbled in shiny, wavy dark locks down her back and framing her face. She half-smiled, sneakily, deviously, as the angry-sounding intro on Nick's guitar began.

And then she said the words that shocked me, and I will never forget: "This is to my ex-boyfriend. You know who you are. You deceived me, played me, lied to me. So, this one's for you." And her eyes locked into mine. I swallowed and looked away. Her clear, serene voice began to sing. She sounded like an angel-- a beautiful, confident angel who was angry and wanted revenge. 
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
You were talking to her
But messing with me
It's finally clear
You're blurring the lines
Are you disturbed?
Oh, now you care
Why do you race through my red lights?

Can't understand
I'll slow it down for you

Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
Baby tell me how
How you love me now
Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
I hate when you say
How you love me now

Save
Save it for her
I'm not gonna hear
Your reasons and "please-just-take-me-backs"
We never were right
Don't waste your breath
You crashed and you're on your own tonight

Can't understand
I'll slow it down for you

Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
Baby tell me how
How you love me now
Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
I hate when you say
How you love me now

Lights out
I found out
My falling star
Goodbye
The sun rises here
There's no more you and I

Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
Baby tell me how
How you love me now
Tell me how can you sleep?
How can you breathe?
I hate when you say
How you love me now
How you love me now
How you love me now

Every body surrounding them was dancing, clapping along to the beat. A few looked at me, as if they knew who this song was meant for. I blushed, as red as her dress, and pretended to look at my phone. But I knew-- she had finally got me. How did she love me now?

It was clear in her eyes.

She hated me.

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