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.




1. Christina's POV

Christina's POV

Since I've lived in New York City for a while now, I've come to realize that most people are doing something wild this time of summer vacation. You know, going to Europe or something. Not me. Europe sounds cool, don't get me wrong, but I love my hometown, Austin, Texas, a lot more. It sounds, smells, feels like home. It's where I belong.

I'll get to see my friends there - Nicole, Arianna (Ari for short), and Gabi. We'll have a sleepover reunion, catching up on gossip, paint each other's nails, read magazines and talk about our favorite guys. It'll be just like old times - I can't wait to see them again.

I'll also see my mom, whom I haven't seen in a couple years. My mom and dad divorced when I was still in middle school, and Dad took custody of me and took me to New York with him. I love my mom, but, um, she's a little nuts sometimes...

She also has a boyfriend - or so I've heard from Dad. Great. I was kind of hoping that my parents would come to their senses and remarry, but I can tell that's not going to happen. I already have a stepmom, who is super rich and blonde and not the nicest woman I have ever met. I wonder what Mom's boyfriend is like?

I also will... (drumroll please) get to see my boyfriend for two years, Matt. He's really sweet and funny, and we've known each other since we were in diapers. When I left, Matt promised he'd write me. And he did - we IM'ed and texted every day. Although, the communications between us started to teeter out after a while. I was convinced this was nothing. Still, it would be nice to hug and kiss him and see his gorgeous face again.

I had finished packing (shorts and tanks and a few bikinis, mostly - it was insanely hot down in Texas) and was saying goodbye to my Dad as he drove me to the airport. Next thing I knew, I was on the plane heading for Texas. As I sat in my plane seat, I thought about the conversation I'd had with him.

"Be safe, honey," he had said.

"Of course," I said, hugging him.

"No hanky panky with your boyfriend Matt." he warned.

"Oh my God. Gross, Dad." I laughed.

"Say hi to your mother for me," he said.

"Okay," I said. He kissed me on the cheek, and I got on the plane.

Now, I grabbed my iPod and placed the buds in my ears, going straight to the one song I had on replay. I opened up a somewhat boring book, and the next thing I knew, I was asleep.

When I woke up, we had just touched sweet Texas soil. I breathed in the air. It felt different here already. I grinned and got off the plane. My mom was there in the terminal, waiting.

"Hey, Mom!" I cried.

Her face lit up, and she grabbed a man's arm and pointed to me. They both waved.

My mom's boyfriend, I realized.

"Christina! You've grown!" my mom said, hugging me. Her face was just how I'd remembered it - pretty, with just a few wrinkles around the eyes, but her hair was styled differently - longer, red, and in a bun held in place with a chopstick. 

"This is Phillip. He's going to be your new stepfather."

"Oh," I said weakly, glancing at the ring sparkling on my mom's finger. Okay then. So they'd skipped past the boyfriend-girlfriend stage into "Fiancee" mode.

Phillip was muscular but lean. He had movie-star good looks, and he had on a cowboy hat. He smiled at me.

"Call me Phil. Your mom's talked a lot about you." He stuck out his hand.

"Oh," I said again. Out of politeness, I shook his hand back. His grip was firm and strong.

"So how have you been? You haven't emailed." said my mom.

"I've been busy," I said. "School and stuff."

My mom turned to Phil. "Have you heard that she's gotten a lead in a school play?"

I turned red. Those had been the most mortifying moments of my life. I didn't even know how I had gotten the part. I mean, I stumbled over almost all of my lines. My singing was decent, but not really the best out of all the others I had seen. I wasn't Adele or anything like that. As far as I'm concerned, I'd be sticking to the shower from now on...

We got in my mom's pickup truck and drove to the house. Once I saw it, a wave of nostalgia hit me. This was the house I had been born in, the house where I grew up. I loved this place. It was a modest-sized brick one with a fireplace for the winter and a breezy screened front porch for the summer. It was an old house, so inside there were lots of creaky twists and turns.

We went inside. "Welcome home," my mom said softly as we entered the front door. I looked around with a small smile on my face. There it was: the small living room with the comfortable red couch, wooden coffee table, and our cactus that we'd had forever. There was a new TV mounted on the wall, and I wondered if that was Phil's doing. Down the hall, decorated with embarrassing pictures of me all throughout my school years, was the kitchen, with its cheerful, bright wallpaper and white cabinets. To the left was the creaky, winding staircase that led up to my room.

"Why don't you go to your room and unpack, dear? Phil and I helped redecorate your room a bit." My mom winked. My eyes widened and ran up the stairs two by two. I gasped when I arrived at the doorway.

My room was like something out of a dream - like a designer catalog, or something like that. My fluffy king-sized bed had been made over with a stylish floral bedspread, with fluffy pillows of all kinds surrounding it. Glowing Christmas lights hung from the walls, draping in the air over the bed. Pictures of my friends and family, posters of bands I liked, and quotes and sayings decorated the walls, which were painted a vibrant aquamarine. My dresser was in the far corner, and from what I could tell, it was full - which was cool considering it had been almost completely empty when I left the last visit. A vanity/desk sat in the other corner, piled with makeup and nail polish and a new MacBook air that sat open waiting for me. I ran to my walk-in closet and squealed with delight when I saw the loads of brand new clothes. I turned around and surveyed the room one last time, unable to stop smiling. 

It was beautiful. And mine-- all mine. At least for the summer, anyway.


I flopped on the bed and stared out the window. Even though my room was different, the view sure wasn't. Across the street was Gaby's house. I would have to text her later. Not right now, though. I wanted to see Matt now.

I slept for a little bit (jet lag) and then told my mom where I was going. "Okay, dear. No hanky-panky!"

I winced as I walked out the door. Had she been talking to my Dad?

Since Matt's is a short walk from my mom's house, I walked over there fast. The neighborhood was just as I remembered it.

I made my way to the front door, butterflies in my stomach flitting about nervously. Not that there was anything to be nervous about, of couse! This was Matt, the guy I'd known for my whole life!

I put on my prettiest smile, fixed my hair, and rang the doorbell.


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