"(Y/N) don't go in th--" you cut Kiara off by barging in the room that you saw JJ go into. You and JJ had been dating for a month, you were a kook, and had a horrible inclination that JJ thought you were too boring for him. You hadn't even mustered up the courage to kiss JJ yet, but you really really liked him, and wanted it to work out in your favor.
Unfortunately, the universe had other plans for you.
You laid eyes upon a sight that made you gasp and fling a hand up to your mouth. JJ was on a bed, making out with some touron that he had enticed earlier that night. He jumped off of her, eyes wide with bewilderment to you suddenly bursting in the room he had been in.
He started to say your name and tried to walk to you, but you turned around and slammed the door shut in his face. You had tears already running down your cheeks, makeup smudging and running down your face as well. You pushed your way through the crowd of teenagers at the party, just wanting to get as far away from there as possible. You eventually were able to get out of the crowd and out the front door, and were close to your car, but were stopped by a voice yelling your name.
JJ had followed you outside, racking his mind to find an excuse for why he was making out with some other girl in a bedroom at the party he had come with you to.
"Shut up, JJ, don't even say my name!" you shouted at him. "What is wrong with you?!" you jabbed a finger at him, anger bubbling to the surface of your normally cool, collected self.
"I'm so--"
"No you aren't! You aren't sorry, JJ! You told me when we started dating that you were okay with taking things slow! You lied to me!"
JJ lowered his head, shame filling every inch of his body.
"You are a filthy human being and I hope you feel bad. I hope you never forgive yourself for what you've done, and I hope you realize that about yourself, JJ Maybank."
And with that, you got in your car and sped off.
You arrived back at your house and immediately started sobbing. You were able to hold it in while in the car, mainly because you were still so angry with him, but now the sadness was taking over. When you and JJ had started dating, you told him about how he was your first boyfriend, how you hadn't even been on a date before he asked you out. You told him that you were going to need to take things slow, as this was all such a new thing to you. He obliged, agreeing with you that it would be best for you two to take it slow. However, he let teenage hormones win, and lost you in the process.
You kicked your shoes off, crying as you made your way to your kitchen and grabbing a pint of ice cream to eat. You grabbed a spoon and headed to your bedroom, where you took off your outfit and exchanged it for a sweatshirt and shorts. You laid in bed, eating ice cream while you watched a cheesy romance movie, crying the entire time until you fell asleep, makeup still smeared on your face and tears dried on your puffy cheeks.
The next day was a Saturday, so you were able to properly mourn your failed relationship the next day by sleeping in until noon. You woke up, and took a look at yourself in your mirror, not recognizing the girl who stared back at you.
Your hair was greasy, makeup still on your face, eyes red and puffy. You stripped yourself of your pajamas, turning on the shower and basking in the hot water as it rolled off of your skin. You sat down, pulling your knees to your chest as the water drenched your hair and continued to wet your skin.
You spent about a half hour in the shower, thinking. You scrubbed your body, tried to scrub away the hurt, the pain, the humiliation. Everyone had seen you find your dirty pogue boyfriend hooking up with another girl, and seen how bad you looked when you found them. You dreaded going to school on Monday, having to face the stares and the embarrassment. Everyone had told you--JJ was bad news, JJ was a playboy, JJ was this and that-- but you didn't listen. You wanted to believe that he could be a good person, be a good person for you.
You were wrong.
At the end of the day, JJ was a player who would never slow down for a girl, even a girl who was an angel and as incredible as you.
Monday came after two full days of crying and secluding yourself. You dreaded going to school, dreaded how awful it would be to show up looking as bad as you had the past few days. So, you did the only rational thing you could think of.
You pretended nothing happened.
You woke up and caked your face in makeup, covering up the redness and the bags under your eyes from not getting any real sleep. You put on your most revealing top, which really wasn't that revealing, just a v neck crop top. You put on a pair of tight jeans, and a pair of sandals. You did your hair, and brushed your teeth, not eating breakfast for the third day in a row.
You arrived at school, and immediately got stares. Boys who had never given you a second glance were now gawking at you, mouths parted and eyes wide. You pretended not to notice, but internally felt as though you were screaming for help, desperate to get out of this nightmare situation.
It was time for you to no longer be a goody two shoes, and it was time to forget about JJ.
ahhh two updates in a day who am i haha
hope y'all enjoyed ;)
-mc
