Stories I'll never finish

Story #5

" I always put you first! You were everything for me, you were my first priority always."

"That's not even fucking true and you know it! Remember that time when-when-when."

"EXACTLY! You fucktard I always put you first; I went to your father's funeral even though you knew! You knew I always broke down at funerals, and that I would have nightmares for weeks after one! I didn't break down for you but the nightmares didn't stop for months. MONTHS DAMNIT!"

"And what? You think I did nothing for you? I-."

"Missed my birthday party, I didn't make you go to my mom's funeral, forgot my birthday all together, didn't see me during spring break like you promised, took your new friends to Carowinds with season passes when you knew how I always wanted to go, left me at the movies when you promised me you'd come back. But you never came back. It was always you before my own needs, but your own needs came before me. Now you've crossed the line. I could have gone with so many other guys, but you promised me you'd make everything up to me. You promised you'd take me to my senior prom."

"I was going to Kate I promised."

"That's the thing Andrew you did promise but you left me here on my curb waiting for you, and to what? Go see another girl that's what. The nerve you have to finally come pick me up two hours late in jeans and a sweatshirt; with your new whore in the backseat. I've put up with a lot, but I'm done putting faith in you when all you do is tear my heart open time after time."

"Kate I'll make it up to you I promise, I love you Kate you know that."

"Don't say things you don't mean Andrew."

"Kate please!"

"Goodnight Andrew."

He didn't chase after me like we were in a movie. He didn't call, I didn't text, it was that simple. We were done, it was over. It was all different on Monday when I came back though. Everyone knew the wrong story. I suddenly was the senior slut, and Andrew broke up with me because he came to pick me up for prom and found me in my bedroom with Jason Machester of all people. The manwhore of campus, and better yet now that we were a rumor Jason wanted to make it true. That last semester was torture for me; the subject never stopped. I was the big slut in the yearbook.