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.




20. Christina's POV

Since I had nothing better to do, I was walking down the mall with my mom and Phil while they checked out the furniture sale at Austin's Finest Furniture. I was bored out of my mind, so my mom gave me twenty bucks to look around Love Culture. I wasn't expecting anyone I knew to be there, but my old drama teacher always told me to expect the unexpected.

I never thought the unexpected could hurt so much.

As I was searching through the section of cute cutoff shorts, I heard a familiar voice. Perky, breathy, and sassy, coming from the edgy accessory section. 

"We should totally humiliate Christina at the Midsummer Dance." 

I stopped raking through the too-short shorts to listen. My heart stopped and dropped to my feet. But I clamped my mouth shut.

"Why?" came a cautious, sweet but confident voice. 

"Because, Gabi," the breathy voice snapped, obviously impatient. "She--or her ego, rather-- is begging to be humiliated. Let's make her see that this is so not her hometown anymore, and she's NOT welcomed here again. Ever. She can go cryin' back home to her daddy in New York."

"But... I mean--" Gabi protested.

"I think it's a great idea," A loud, dramatic but slightly nasal voice interrupted. "I mean, she's not that talented, or pretty either. Why should SHE be the center of attention, get to sing with that hottie guitar player Nick, and have the most fabulous dress? Why not us?"

"Exactly, Nicole. So what should we do? Sabotage her entire performance, and then blame it on Nick, who was trying to "trick" her. Then, afterwards, I can have him all to myself." I could hear the devious, evil, almost Satanic smirk in her voice. I gripped the rack until my knuckles paled. It took every single ounce of strength in my body not to zip over to the accessory aisle and tear her obviously-dyed-red hair out of its follicles.   

But I had to deal with this... maturely.

I stepped out from the shorts section and into the jewelry aisle, where they could see me clearly.

"Hi, guys," I said, my voice sugary-sweet and dripping with obvious sarcasm. "I heard you talking about the dance."

They all looked up, their jaws dropping to the floor and their eyes wide. I stood with my hands on my hips, smirking deviously. I didn't look angry, or upset. I just looked like I was taking no crap from them. I looked confident.

As soon the word confident slipped into my mind, I thought of Nick and what he said. I kicked it out of my mind to no return--well, at least until later.

Ari was the first one to regain her composure. She picked up her jaw from the floor and smiled as sweet as sunshine, batting her heavily mascaraed eyelashes. "Yeah, we were. It's going to be sooo much fun." She smirked knowingly at the last part, and exchanged smug glances with her minions.

"Oooh, I bet. Actually, I'm not going to the dance. Family thing that just came up." I waved my hand casually. "So any sort of plans you have with me, it's okay, you can cancel them." I smirked a glance just as slyly as she did. Fear reflected in their wide eyes-- they had been caught.

"Oh, come on, Christina. You have to come," Nicole said, not exactly receiving the message I had sent to her brain. "It's gonna be tons of fun. Lots of cool music. Hey, weren't you going to perform with Nick?"

"I've got to text my mom." Ari casually slid out her pink-cased iPhone, obviously texting Nicole to shut it.

A few seconds later, Nicole's back pocket buzzed.

"Ooh! A text!" she cried. She began reading the small screen on her BlackBerry. "Shut up, she's already found ou--"

Ari acted fast, but I knew she was nervous. "Sooo, Chrissy--"

"Who did Nicole get a text from?" I said, staring in Ariana's vacant-of-emotion brown eyes until she blinked and looked away uncomfortably. "And what is it talking about? Who's already found out?"

They stared at me. Suddenly Ari's eyes flashed and she grabbed my arm, stabbing me with her long, obviously fake nails like five sharp little knives. She twisted it, and code-red pain shot through it like a lightning, but I kept my expression emotionless even though it hurt like hell. I heard the gasps behind me of my former friends, but I paid no attention, even though I noticed Gabi's face had gone a pale white.

"Listen, you little trash. I'm frickin' serious here. I know you heard our conversation, and guess what? We meant everything we said."

"Okay," I said.

"Now, you listen. Okay?" Ari's voice was tight with anger. I heard the gasps all around me from shoppers who had listened on.

"Okay," I said calmly.

"You will come to that dance. Or I will spread a rumor so fierce, ugly, and nasty that your whole reputation across Texas will be ruined."

"What kind of rumor?" I said without skipping a beat.

"An awful one," Ariana laughed, cruelly and without humor. "Like... oh, I don't know... you got pregnant with Nick. Or maybe Matt."

I stayed quiet and gazed at her, flawlessly masking the extreme fury beneath my confidence.

She let go. I daren't look at my arm, because that would be feeding her satisfaction. But I couldn't help but wince slightly when she released. Blood painfully throbbed into my arm. I was sure it was red and swollen, maybe it even broke the skin. I just put the hand on my hip and waited. 

"Go to the dance, or I'll make your social life the worst you could ever imagine." Ari threatened. She gave me a final, demonic glare and sauntered out of the store, Nicole trailing behind her, and Gabi the last to leave. She lingered for a moment, knowing my eyes were on her back, and turned her head slightly.

"I'm sorry," she mouthed.

I pretended I hadn't heard her. I waited until I knew they were gone, and then I sprinted off to the bathroom to apply water to my deep wound.


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