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.




17. Matt's POV

I saw Christina at the park the other day. She was just sitting on the bench with her chin in her hands, and tears filled her eyes, but they didn't spill out. She looked so sad and lonely. I wondered if Ariana and the others had ditched her. My heart tore then; she had been through so much. After endless fighting that she witnessed, her parents divorced, and I think the school she went to when she went with her day to New York wasn't the best school in the country, and a lot of bullying went on. Then she comes here to see me, to finally be happy again, and what am I doing as soon as she bursts eagerly in the room? Making out with a girl she hates. And then her best friends ditch her.

I had gone out to get a little fresh air. I had been cooped up in my room all day, and mom suggested it. Normally I wouldn't do a thing she suggested. My mom is a good mom, but she doesn't know how to do that many... mom-ish things. But I decided it was good for me, so I grabbed my skateboard and went to the park.

It was pretty much vacant except for Christina and a little kid playing on the swings with another girl there pushing him; I figured he was her little brother. The summer air was humid with a crisp hint to it, and the leaves on the trees rustled in the breeze. I did a few skateboard tricks as I went up the walkway, and then I saw her. She didn't see me, though. I think she was so depressed she could barely lift her head.

I stared. Why had I hurt her? Why? Why the heck had I done that? 

"What're you staring at?" a voice asked from behind me. A girl.

I turned. Standing behind me was the girl that was pushing the little boy, who was now on the slide. Now that I saw her up close, I saw that she had tousled scene hair and edgy eyeliner rimmed around her eyes. She wore a loose, oversized black t-shirt that was ripped, and short destroyed shorts, and colorful Vans. Not the typical sight you see in everyday Austin, Texas, that's for sure. I blinked.

"Hi," I said, because that was the only thing I could think of. "Can I... help you?"

The girl half-smiled. Or was it a smirk? I couldn't tell.

"I'm Taliyah. I saw you looking at that girl over there. Do you like her?"

"What?!" I asked, bewildered. Mind you, Austin is a pretty friendly town, but not that friendly. I mean, I've never been walked up to and asked if I like a girl that's sitting on a bench. Actually, that wasn't really friendly. That was downright... intrusive. I barely knew this girl!

"I saw you staring at her, like this." Taliyah told me. Then she did what was supposed to be an impression of me, staring at the bench with a zoned-out, almost insane look on her face. 

"I did not look like that," I said, defensive. "Anyway, who are you? And why did you just walk up to me?"

"You looked lonely," she said, shrugging. "And, well, sorry to say this... but, downright pathetic."

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Call me Tally," the girl said, shaking my hand, as if I wasn't totally creeped out. "I think we go to Austin High School together. Or, used to. It's my first year at Austin Community College. I just started."

"I'm Matt," I said, shaking her hand to be polite. When I looked at her, I realized she had a really pretty face, with a sprinkling of dusty freckles and bright, baby blue eyes. And she had a nice smile that lit up her whole face.

"Cool," she said. She nodded at my skateboard. "That yours?"

"Oh, this? Yeah. I only know basic stuff, like the Ollie and Rock N' Roll. You know, little kid stuff. I'm terrible at it; I have no hand-eye coordination." I felt my face flush, and I looked down.

"Awww, you're blushing," Tally teased. We laughed. "I could teach you some stuff sometime, if you want."

"Oh. Um, okay. Sure." I said.

"So, is that your ex-girlfriend?" Tally wanted to know, nodding at Christina, who still hadn't spotted us yet.

"Yeah," I said, surprised.

"Thought so. Did you cheat on her?"

"Yeah,'"I said again, taken aback. "How... how did you know?"

"I don't live quite around here, on the other side of town, but I'm here well enough to know the gossip," Tally admitted. "My aunt lives here, and I hang around here a lot. Plus, I could just tell by the guilty way you were looking at her."

I just broke then. Told her all about what had happened with Christina and Kaitlyn. How much stress I had on my chest right now.

She seemed observant as she listened, biting her pink lip. Her blue eyes seemed clear and sincere.

"Yeah. I've kind of broken her heart..."

"I've had tons of broken hearts. You get over them, but you just have to remember to stay strong. She'll come around eventually." Tally advised. Then, the little boy tottered up to her and hugged her legs, looking at me from behind. He had the same dusting of freckles and sincere blue eyes as she did.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"That's Devon. Say hi, Devon!"

A smile played on Devon's shy lips, and they parted to say a squeaky "Hi." He looked about two years old.

"Is he your little brother?" I asked her.

She shook her head slowly, her face falling. "My son."

"Your... son?" She couldn't have been older than eighteen or nineteen. 

She nodded, and I could see the hurt in her eyes.

"Like I said, lots of heartbreak," she said, laughing without humor as a sad, sarcastic smile appeared on her lips. "My parents were abusive to me, and my dad drank. A lot. He's in rehab right now, but it's not really helping, from what I've heard. He still drinks. I guess they were the ones that kind of triggered me to... you know. My mom had me at sixteen, and my dad was abusive to her as well, so...,"

"Wow," I said quietly. "I'm sorry." We had started walking down the path. The breeze lifted up Tally's hair and fluttered softly in the summer air. 

"And then I was at a party, and a boy assaulted me. That's how I had him, and I dropped out of school for a while. I didn't tell anyone, and no one knew, until one day, the boy that assaulted me told everybody everything. And when people saw me around with the baby bump...," she sighed. "It still hurts a lot."

"I'm really sorry this happened to you," I said sympathetically.

"It's no big deal. I'm trying to piece my life back together again." Tally sighed again and lifted her arm to fit her hair. That's when I saw a long scar from her mid arm to her wrist, and other scars surrounding it. My heart caught in my throat. I had to ask her.

"Tally... what are those scars?"

Tally looked down at her arms. "Nothing," she said quietly. "I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind."

"Oh. Okay." I didn't say anything else. We walked quietly for a while, the silence killing me. I hated that this girl had gone through so much. Although I barely knew her, I felt a sharp ache in my chest for her. She didn't deserve to get pregnant in high school, or to get abused by her father. She didn't deserve to have a crappy life. And yet she did. I could tell that she was such a kind, creative soul that tried to keep a smile on her face, even when things sucked. Majorly. 

One of our phones buzzed, and we both jumped, alarmed at the break of the silence. Tally smiled and waved her phone. "It's mine." She checked the phone, and her face fell. I think I saw her blinking back tears, too, but I couldn't be sure.

"I've got to go," she said suddenly. "My dad--" she stopped suddenly and plastered a bright smile on her face. "It was nice meeting you," she said, her eyes sparkling. She got out a piece of paper from her bag and wrote her name and number on it. "Text me, you know, if you want to talk," she said.

"Sure thing," I told her. I watched her walk off into the distance, her little son trailing and skipping and singing straight behind. He stretched out his arms to her, and Tally picked him up and turned around. They both waved, and I waved back.

It's nice to know, even in your state of heartbreak, that you have a friend. And that's what I had right now-- a friend. 

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