Cheater Cheater, Boyfriend Stealer

 Cheater Cheater, Boyfriend Stealer.

Before it all happened …

 I caught them. I caught them in my own room. Yes, it was gross. Yes, it was revolting. But, it was sad and heartbreaking.

 #1: She, (Maci Cunnings) was … probably still is, my best friend.

 #2: He, (Logan Broadsworthy) was my boyfriend of two and a half now useless years.

They were on my own bed wrapped around in each other. Maci was in nothing but a bra. Whereas Logan was in … well nothing at all. I snatched my Beats headphones out of my ears and the faint sound of Stereo Hearts ring through the room. I cleared my throat and fought back tears. I had to stay strong.

 Maci pulled away from Logan and covered her almost naked body in my pink sheets.

“Hey, Ellie!” Maci tried to play it off while fixing her messy red hair. “Look, it isn’t what it looks like. Me and Logan were just errrr … modeling! Yeah, modeling! Tough business these days ain’t it?!” Maci explained while managing to let out one of her free spirited laughs.

 “Modeling, eh? In my FRIGGIN’ bed?!” I roared. I was FURIOUS. How can she have sex with my boyfriend and lie on top of it?

 “So I guess you’re not convinced?” Logan questioned hopefully.

 ‘AM I CONVINCED?! DOES THIS FACE LOOK LIKE I’M CONVINCED?” I pointed to my warm seemingly red tomato face. “GET OFF MY BED AND GET OUT MY HOUSE!!!” I hollered.

 Logan rose from the bed and hurriedly rummaged around in search of his clothes. He found them and slipped them on with a worried face set on his perfect face. He hopped off my bed and darted towards me.

 “Look Ellie, you have every right to hate me right now but I just want a second chance? I don’t know how I was so stupid! You’re the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me babe. Believe me, we are SOULMATES. I, Logan Broadsworthy am a total manwhore. A manwhore that wants to be forgiven by his amazing girlfriend,” Logan pleaded sweetly with that cute scared look on his face.

 Snap out of it Ellie! You can’t let this loser back into your life. How can someone’s “Soul mate” cheat on them with their BEST friend?!

 “Ha-ha, yeah. Your amazing EX-girlfriend. Just get out my house Logan. I can’t bear seeing your face again,” I looked away feeling 101% guilty.

 Logan sighed and I heard his shoes dragging into the hallway, down the stairs, and out my house.

 “Ellie, words can’t explain how sorry I-“Maci started.

 “Listen bitch! Get off my bed and take your slutty clothes with you. I thought you were my best friend. Best friends don’t fucking sleep with the other best friend’s boyfriend! How could you Maci,” tears were now rolling down my cheeks like water spraying out the Niagara Falls.

 Maci didn’t try to win me back on the scene. She did later but the image of that hopeless look on her face and how she helplessly shifted her body is still stuck in my head. It was like, we were the perfect two and once Maci lost her half, she was nothing; emotionally and physically a nothing.

 Later on, Maci and I made up. It was pretty bad fight but she ended up winning me over like always. That means Logan’s gonna win me over too, right? Uhm, wrong. He gave up on me and he and Maci started going out. How painful is it to see your ex-boyfriend that you were in love with-with your best friend that he cheated on you with? It’s like getting baked in the Devil’s oven.

 Some of the many ways they made me sick:

 The way that they’d secretly intertwine their fingers when we’d watch a movie

 The way they’d play aggressive tonsil hockey when I’m still in the same room! Actually, right next to them!

 When he’d send her love texts, love notes, love ANTHING, every single day!

 When he’d always creep up behind her and say: “Guess who,” and innocently start kissing her on the neck.

 How he never treated me with such love and compassion like he did with Maci. Like he’d always do with Maci.

 Maci’s still my best friend but there’s some part of me on the inside that hates her to death. I’m supposed to be the one with the Cinderella story … right? She’s supposed to be the evil stepmother.

 She’s living her own fairytale and I am miserable. When the hell is it my turn to get my damn happily ever after?

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Present day …

“That was a great dinner,” Maci smiled as we made our way out the Thai restaurant. She adjusted her scarf and hugged her shoulders as we walked into the chilly summer breeze.

 “Agreed. I think that was the best mango chicken I’ve ever tasted in my life!” I joyfully exclaimed.

 “The way that they seasoned it was just so-,“ Maci started.

 “Good evening girls,” an unfamiliar hoarse voice greeted.

 I shifted my gaze from Maci and looked straight ahead of me. There was an old woman standing in front of us with a huge black cloak on tightly holding onto a cane. Maci and I stopped in our tracks and shared an odd smile with the old woman.

 “Hello,” I nodded. “Chilly isn’t it?”

 “Oh yes indeed. I can sense an odd tension going on between you two. One of you is feeling guilty for something that wasn’t supposed to happen,” the old woman trailed off as she closed her eyes absorbed in her own thinking.

 “Look lady, I don’t know what sort of joke this is but you better leave me and my friend alone. Come on Ellie I can’t listen to this nonsense,” Maci slipped past her and started walking. I stayed glued to where I was; not knowing what to do or say.

 “What’s this all about,” I questioned shakily.

 “Something terribly wrong will happen! To you both! Especially Maci and you will be distraught. Listen to what I say and learn to find true love and listen to your heart Ellie. LISTEN TO YOUR HEART. BE A HAPPY SOUL,” the old woman yelled as I jogged away from her. Listen to my heart? This old lady is crazy. I finally caught up to Maci and linked my arm around hers.

 “What the hell did that old bitch want,” Maci sighed utterly annoyed.

 “I have no idea but I have a feeling it’s not going to be good …”

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I awoke to the strobe of light filling up my shaded room. I rolled over grumpily and stayed put in my bed. I couldn’t sleep at all last night because those haunting words the old woman uttered were still replaying in my head. What did she mean by ‘listen to your heart’? I sighed and rose up from my bed walking towards my bureau. I looked up at the mirror. My eyes widened and the loudest scream ever escaped my lips. 

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