I joyfully walked towards my boyfriend of half a year, Jason, with his favorite flowers in my hand, spotting him seated on a bench at the park he requested I meet him at.
I was perhaps 40 steps away from him when I halted in my tracks, observing Cherry Wilson, the head cheerleader, approach him. They conversed for a brief moment before she planted a kiss directly on his lips in front of my eyes.
My eyes welled up with tears as he accepted her passionate kiss. I threw the flowers to the ground and hurriedly fled from the park, hoping they hadn't noticed me, although something tells me they wouldn't have cared.
I sprinted all the way to the only person who I knew could console me, my best friend Carol, who despised Jason and always claimed he was a womanizer.
But I never listened to her warnings. I felt droplets of water hit my skin, drenching my hair and black dress, but I didn't pay it any mind.
I knocked on the door, and after a few minutes, Carol answered, her eyes widening when she saw me. She immediately ushered me inside.
"Y/N, what happened?" she inquired.
I remained silent and simply embraced her, crying into her shoulder. She slowly returned the hug and comfortingly stroked my back.
"He cheated on me, Carol," I muttered. I felt her body tense up beneath my embrace, and she quickly recoiled while still holding my shoulders.
"With who?" She inquired.
"Cherry Wilson, you were correct all along. I should have trusted you from the beginning," I cried, and she simply embraced me.
"Do you want me to kick his ass?" She inquired, and I chuckled.
"Oh no, I have a superior plan," I said, using my cardigan to wipe my face.
"Do you remember the song I was making for the talent show?" I asked, and she nodded.
"Yes, what about it?" She asked, and my expression transformed into a smirk.
