I stare out the window of my math classroom, earbuds blaring music I wasn't really listening to. It was most definitely damaging my hearing as I think... "Oh, what a summer could do..." Who knew 3 months could change everything.?
Me.
I knew.
It wasn't even three months that caused this drastic change. In fact, it was only one night. The night of the Junior Prom. A night that was supposed to be just me & him. A night where he did the one thing he hated, for me. It was supposed to be a perfect— no, the perfect night.
The falure of the perfect night caused the snowball. The snowball into the ruin of my so-called "perfect life."
He'd broken my heart. No one could've seen it coming. Even I didn't, and I was the one who always planned to break up with him.
I know it sounds bad, but we were too different. For starters, I was going to collee, no question. He wasn't.
That was of course if we were gonna last until graduation. We didn't. We could've if he hadn't chosen her. I thought I knew him. I guess I knew him, but I don't know him. Not anymore.
I don't even know me anymore. I knew the old me like you know a friend. You could spend 100 years with them, and still learn new things.
The old me cared about shiny hair, she cared about having trendy clothes. Clothes that got just enough attention to be complimented, but not enough "to send the wrong message."
Self reflection is something I've been doing a lot. And I hated every moment of it.
When I met him, I was tired of being used. Not only did I know him, he knew me.
He fixed everything.
Until he tossed me aside. Liked everyone else did. I should be used to it by now, but it was like twisting a knife. Pure. Ache.
People like to tell me I should be over him by now. That I know nothing of heart break. They laugh at the girl who cries over a boy.
I don't cry. At least not anymore. That's what the summer was for.
I do know heartbreak. I know heartbreak in her ugliest form. Betrayal. Lying.
They assume I know nothing. There's a lot I do know. And that's everything.
Everything with him. Everything with her.
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Fanfiction~This is just my personal take of the folklore trilogy!~ Switching point of views, you learn what really happened from the dance, to the summer, to Betty's party! ~Not my original idea, inspo directly from Taylor Swift~