Gabriella SaintPatrick, known as Gabi, can't forget her first love, no matter how hard she tries. Despite hoping that their love would be eternal, it came to an end. Now in her Junior year of high school, she's struggling to move on and let go of th...
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After the meeting, I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Ben standing there, seemingly unfazed by the fact that he despised musicals. My frustration grew to an almost unbearable level as I approached him, my anger palpable in every step I took.
I glared at him, my voice dripping with venom. "What the hell are you doing here? You hate musicals, remember? Or did that conveniently slip your mind?"
Ben's face flushed, and he stumbled over his words. "Gabi, I... Look, it's not what you think."
"Oh really?" I snapped, incredulous. "Enlighten me then, because I'm dying to hear the brilliant explanation for this."
He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze avoiding mine for a split second. "I joined because... because I thought it might be a way to, you know, get back in your good graces."
I scoffed, unable to believe what I was hearing. "Are you serious? You think that just showing up to a musical rehearsal is going to magically make me forgive you for everything?"
Ben's voice wavered slightly as he tried to explain himself. "No, it's not that simple. I just thought that if I tried to show an interest in something you care about, maybe... maybe you'd see that I'm not the same jerk I used to be."
I crossed my arms, my frustration boiling over. "You've got to be kidding me. You expect me to believe that you're suddenly interested in musicals? Give me a break."
He took a deep breath, his eyes pleading with me. "Gabi, please. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. I just thought that maybe if I tried to make an effort, you might consider giving me a chance to make things right."
I shook my head, my anger still overpowering any inkling of sympathy. "You don't get it, Ben. This isn't about musicals. This is about the fact that I can't stand you. You hurt me, and no amount of phony gestures or fake interest is going to change that."
His shoulders slumped, and he looked defeated. "I... I get it. I messed up, and I don't blame you for hating me. But I had to try something. I can't just let you go without at least attempting to fix things."
