Fate always had the power to screw you over.
And Alexandra always thought that she had everything she could ask for: a caring family, a best friend and an attentive boyfriend. That is until she discovered the latter two alone in a car together.
Sin...
This story has been with me for years now, and it's been rewritten so many times that I can't keep track where all my old drafts are. This is still a draft, however, and I'll probably rewrite it again in the future. That's how writers are, right? We're never satisfied with our work, lol. Anyway, I hope you like it. I'm not a teen anymore, but at least I wrote it while I was in my teens. Hopefully you guys can still relate...
Many thanks to @LoveIsPatient_ for editing this chapter!
PS: pic at top is Alex, the MC!
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Should've known, I thought with piercing anger. It's my own fault this happened.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw everything in my expression that I'd sworn I would never feel in my life. Anger, loss, self-pity... They flitted over my face like I couldn't control myself. The feelings were so alien that I wanted to slap him just for making me feel this stupid.
My reflection scowled thoroughly at me with accusing eyes, but I knew that they were directed at the bathroom door behind me, not particularly me.
My black hair shone with natural highlights, bangs tucked carefully behind my ears. My sea-blue eyes were glassy and round, lips pressed in a bloodless line of grim determination. I noted the light sheen of sweat on my forehead and neck, although the night was cool, and my face was pale behind the little makeup I wore.
This was me, a girl who was just dumped.
My tearful eyes broke away from the traitorous mirror, unable to analyse my situation while looking so exposed. The stark white walls hurt my eyes. School bathrooms were always so austere and aggravating. I tended to avoid them until my bladder protested and I had no choice but to hover over a toilet.
That aside, I was totally pissed. I shut my eyes wearily. The little alcohol I'd consumed was making me a little lightheaded. I wasn't drunk, but I wasn't completely sober either.
Is this how it feels to be tipsy? I thought dazedly. Emotional and stupid and utterly mortified?
Despite my current disposition of emotions, I still tried to persuade my mind that what I'd seen was an optical illusion. I knew it was stupid to deny it, though, and I supposed I had to be strong and confront the two people who betrayed me. If only it were that easy.
I groaned and covered my face with shaky fingers, nausea combining with my perplexed emotions. Why did I even feel this sick? It wasn't as if I loved him. So why did I feel like such a loser? Oh, yeah, right. Because my best friend was involved.
I drew a shaky breath. Okay...
I straightened my spine and set my clammy palms on the counter. Acting as if what I was doing wasn't silly at all for a girl my age, I glared at my reflection.
