Jennifer's POV
Ever since Marty asked Jenni out at the dance, they've been pretty much inseparable. I don't ever not see them together. To be honest, when are they not ever apart? Except for obvious reasons of course. It's disgusting. That should be me, not her. Despite the fact that at the same time I don't want to be.
I know Marty and I have had our problems lately, but we should have been able to work this one out. Lately, he had just been getting busier and busier. He seemed to hardly ever have time for me. The lack of seeing my boyfriend just angered me. If he wasn't at Doc's house, he was with that girl.
I can't believe I caught him cheating on me. Twice of that. First, it was the phone call. He swore up and down that he didn't have sex with her. That it was just a misunderstanding of words on my part. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. But that's not how I feel. The second time they were kissing in the exact same spot we had been the day the school wouldn't let him perform at the dance. But last minute by my school vote, they reluctantly allowed him to play.
I had yanked him away from her and demanded an explanation. In the end, he had told me that our relationship wasn't working out and that he was breaking up with me. He gave me a peace offering, but I couldn't take it, not with her in the picture.
I wish there was some way to get back at her, to get back at him. Some way that would even cause them to break up. I wouldn't feel the desire to want him back, but at least then I wouldn't have to see them being all lovey dovey. I scan around the hallway, looking for an idea. I see Claire and her boyfriend Marcus. They were sharing a long, but quick kiss before class. I studied her for a moment, realizing something. They look very similar from behind, despite a few hidden differences.
I'm sure Marty would break up with her, if he was under the impression that she cheated on him with another guy. When the two break apart, I walk over and tap Claire on the shoulder. She turns around and smiles at me. I know Claire from her being in most of my classes. "Hey, what's up?" She greets. "Hi Claire, I've got a favor to ask of you." I smile innocently. "Sure, what is it?" She asks curiously. "Do you think you could let me take a picture of you from behind kissing Marcus. It's for an assignment in one of my classes." I ask as if it was really true. "Oh, okay." Claire smiles, happy to have an excuse to kiss her boyfriend one more time.
I pull out my camera and snap the picture. I take it out of the slot and fan it to help it develop faster. When it finally fills out, I smile happily. Perfect. "Thanks Claire." I grin, a little too wide, but neither of them notice. They walk off and go on about their day.
I wait for my class with Marty to break the news to him. When I walk into class, he's already sitting in a desk. I put on a fake saddened appearance and sit down next to him with the picture hidden in my purse. "Marty, can I talk to you?" I talked to him for the first time in months. I hope this doesn't ruin my plans.
He turns to me with an alarmed expression. "Yeah, sure. What's up?" "Look Marty, I know we haven't talked in months, but there's something I have to tell you." I start, trying to guilt trip him into listening. "What is it?" He says cautiously, his expression unmoved. "This morning, when I was on my way to class. I saw Jenni." I say gravely as possible. "Yeah so, what about her?" he asked, not buying. " I saw, I saw her kissing another guy." I stutter, trying to stay in character. "What, no way! I just saw her this morning; I was with her!" Marty shouts, getting out of his seat. "Must have been after a class you didn't have together." I shrug, adding fuel to the fire.
Now he's pissed off. Perfect, just like I wanted. "You're lying!" He shouts, possibly seeing through me. I need to show him the picture now or I'll slip up. "If you don't believe me, I have proof." I smirk, going to grab the picture out of my bag. "Let me see." Marty growls. On the inside I smile, but on the outside I frown as I hand him the picture. He looks over it and his mouth drops. He tries to say something, but doesn't. "How could she?" He mutters under his breath. I smirk when he's not paying attention.
