Chandler Riggs Imagines | √

I gave you my heart.

"When will you understand that all I said was a lie? I told you to hide your heart once. You should've listened."
-Prince Maven from Red Queen.

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My story with the famous Chandler Riggs wasn't what a girl would envy. It was unhealthy for both of us. But we still were together, hurting each other. Why, I can't say.

It was one of those stories overused that everybody knows about. The bad boy with the good girl. But then, we switched rolls. He was the good boy and I was the bad girl.

Before that, the relationship was fine and all, but it was the day of our two-year-anniversary when he messed the things up. It was around noon, and we were at school.

One day before, we were at a club, drinking, dancing, smoking, fucking, everything. And he had hangover. So, as expected, he wore sunglasses the whole day. I made fun of him, but I have no idea if it was by the hangover or because he was done with me.

"Cut it out, Y/N!" He yelled at me, winning that some gossip classmates to circle us.

"Stop, it." I mumbled through gritted teeth, looking from the corner of my eyes the kids that had taken their phones out.

Cursing under my breath, I took a step forward, took the phone in my hand and locked it, giving it to their respective owner. They all looked at me in disbelief, but I didn't care, I was really mad.

Instantly, my hand took Chandler's and I dragged him out of the hall, listening to the ring bell ring, but didn't care. Chandler tried to pull out from my grip, but my grip must've been so hard, that not even him could deal with it.

When we reached the garden, I let go of him, harshly. He groaned and took his wrist in one hand, rubbing it, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"What the heck, Y/N?" He asked.

"What's up with you?" I asked, concerned. Crossing my arms on my chest and switching my weight from one foot to another, he sighed. "Do you even remember what day is today?"

He shrugged and that hurt me deeply. He didn't realize that it was our two-year anniversary. And I just couldn't deal with it. With tears welling up in my eyes, I slapped him across the face.

"How could you?" I groaned. "It's our two-year anniversary!" My screams were attracting students to the windows and started pointing at us. Some laughing, some in disbelief. I sent a death glare at them, and that just made them curiouser.

"Oh, yeah, that." He whispered, sending a hand to his forehead. "I felt something was today, I just couldn't remember it."

My eyes widened. How could he say it like that! My breathing went in and out shakily and unsteadily. My hands started trembling of anger and I started biting my lip, almost making it bleed.

I shook my head, probably thinking that that would send the anger away. But, it didn't. I grabbed my purse that, in a second along the way out here, was on the grass.

"We're done, Chandler. We're done." I said, going back to the hall. Chandler stood there and I just kept walking. My mind kept wandering again and again to Chandler's words. 'I felt something was today, I just couldn't remember it.'

Some kids opened their classroom's door and looked at me, gathering.

"What are you looking at?!" I yelled, stopping short. They mumbled a 'sorry' or a 'lord, this girl' or profanities. Shaking my head, my feet followed the way to my class.

★★★

I stood there, sat in my seat, thumbing my pencil on my carpet, nervous and curious about Chandler. He hadn't showed up and I was starting to get nervous.

The class ended and I sprinted out of the door. Though I had no idea where to go, my feet kept guiding me to the door. When I hit the parking lot, my eyes looked for Chandler's car.

Yes, I had no idea why I was being possessive or crazy girlfriend... well, ex-girlfriend looking for his car. But I wanted to know how he was. I needed to know if our break up messed him up a bit.

Turning on my hill, I walked back to the hall.

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The time went by faster than I thought. One week. Two weeks. Three weeks and no sign of him. Like disappeared in the air. Puff.
Long gone.

This time, I was at the cafeteria with some friends hanging out. My tray was lying there, and I just couldn't peel off my eyes of it. It hurt me. It hurt me deeply that Chandler just ran away.

It wasn't my fault, was it? It bothered me that he didn't have the balls to actually face me. I didn't move from school or the porch, I was waiting for him to come back.

My friends were of big help. They hadn't asked me a thing about it in the passed three weeks, and I was grateful for that. Of course they knew what happened, everyone knew. But they also knew he was important to me, so they didn't even make a sound.

A hardly movement on my leg made me snapped my head to the left and raise my eyebrows.

"What's gotten into you?" Asher said, taking a bite of his hamburger. I blinked and shrugged.

"Shut up, Ash." Melanie said, elbowing him. Asher groaned and rubbed his elbow. "It will leave a bruise!"

A cooky grin appeared on my face. In a bit, the whole cafeteria grew silent. I raised my gaze and all eyes were on me.

"What's up with them, guys?" I whispered to Asher.

Asher looked at me then, at something else. Then, he pointed at the door. "Look."

"Oh my God."

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