Ex-Bestfriend

Chapter Eighteen: 'You're mad at him, but you still care'

Chapter 18: 'You're mad at him, but you still care'

 "I want to jump right into the corner of your heart and hold all the broken pieces you can't hold yourself"

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Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. And never exhale again because I want to die now.

Why do bad things happen to me? What have I done wrong? I lived a normal life-

'yeah, I'm sure every person in the world is left by her best friend for two years. Totally normal' the voice in my head said

As I was saying, what did I do that made me deserve all of this shit infront of me.

Right now, I'm in the principal's office. Mr. Greene-the principal-is talking to Mr. Matthews outside. I've never been here before, everything feels wrong. I bet you're wondering why I'm here anyway

I walked to school, alone. Usually Gavin would drive me here, but not today. I walked in to school, I didn't even talk to Laura, I was so frustrated. I went to the classroom early and Laura sat with Owen. I'm such a selfish bitch, I never even noticed that Laura and Owen's already developing while I'm crying and blurting out all my problems to her. I just hope Owen's not like Gavin, he'll break her heart.

I doodle 'I hate you, Gavin', 'Gavin's a dick' and 'Gavin sucks balls' on the back of my notebook. What? Every student had those on the back of their notebooks, right?

Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look up and I saw Gavin their with pleading eyes. He looks so.. helpless and stressed.

"Savannah.." he trailed off

"Stay away" I spat

"Let's talk about this, Savannah. I wasn't involved in this! I swear, I never wante-"

"Talk? How about shut the hell up and go away? Talking isn't needed while kissing my best friend, Hudson. I was so dumb to think that you would even like me. What was it? A bet? A game? You're not even interested, huh? You did it to live up to your label. 'The player'? 'The bad boy'? Well, from now on I'll give you a label, a new one that suits you 'The asshole' how's that sound?" I retorted. I felt the eyes of everyone in the classroom on us. I mean come on, who the hell would like me? I'm not one of the cheerleaders. I'm a terrible dancer. I'm not sociable. I only have brains, it's not even interesting. I'm 'the girl who never wants to be popular'

"Savannah, please.."

"Shut up! Damn, Gavin-" I was cut off by a very angry Mr. Matthews slamming the door. He heard everything.

"Hudson. Roberts. Watch your language! Go to the principal, now" Mr. Matthew's face was red, his voice so cold.

I stayed on my spot. I was never reprimanded by my teacher, if my name was called, it was usually because I've got the highest score or they're gonna ask a favor from me. I never get into trouble before. Why start now?

 Holy Balls.

And that's how I ended up here. Mr. Matthews is blabbing all the way and I'm sure he's exaggerating it by now.