Troubled

Jealousy

Love is a scary thing. It sweeps you off of your feet and swirls you around like a hurricane. It can be filled with desire and lust, or it can be as faked as that fur coat you saw in macy's.

Long story short, love can really hurt.

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I woke up to the smell of coffee. Super Black coffee, to be completely exact. The same stuff that my mom has brewed every morning for the last 16 years. I quickly brushed my long golden hair, threw on a clean shirt and ran downstairs. Just in time! My mom handed me some coffee, and my backpack. I took a huge sip and ran outside to the bus stop. I do this every morning.. I really need to start getting up earlier!

Everything changed when I got on the bus. My best friend, Karen turned to me with worry in her gorgeous blue eyes.

"Are you ok, Char?" She asked.

"Um, why wouldn't I be OK?!?" I reply, my brow furrowed with confusion and millions of thoughts and rumors flitted through my head. Was this about me and that cheer leading bitch, Samantha argueing in front of the school yesterday?

"Haven't you heard the rumours?" She pauses and I shake my head. "Oh... Apparently your boyfriend, Chris, was kissing Samantha by the field yesterday after you guys fought.."

Tears begin flowing down my cheeks in rivulets and Karen tries to comfort me, but it doesn't work. Suddenly, my sadness turns into white-hot anger and a terrible feeling of guilt. I should have seen this coming, Chris was a player... Why would this be any different? His beautiful words were lies. The boxes of chocolates and bright red flowers were all lies. In fact, everything about us was a lie. In that moment I vowed that I would do whatever it takes to rip his heart out like he ripped out mine.

 As soon as the bus stops I'm running towards the bleachers where Chris and I had our first kiss. I shove freshman out of the way and as I reach the field, I start to slow down. What if Samantha is there?

 I walk up to the bleachers, scared that the rumours were true. I push away the slowly forming cobwebs and then I see it. My heart breaks as I pick up the red fabric off the ground. It was a bright red thong. I looked at the tag, hoping it wasn't hers. The name printed was in bold print. The single word confirmed my deepest suspicions.

The letters spelled SAMANTHA.

There was only one Samantha in our whole school. I found her by her locker and shoved the thong in her face.

"I believe this is yours." I say to her, my heart turning colder and colder by the minute.

"Oh yes! Thanks for finding it." She grins sarcastically. "I must have lost it yesterday. Yenno, after Chris pleasured me."

My eyes widen and I slapped the smile off of her perfectly make-up'd face. Then I started yelling.

"YOU BITCH! CHRIS WAS MINE! NOT YOURS! CAN'T YOU LEAVE STUFF ALONE?" I screamed. She just smiles evilly at me. I continue like this for a few minutes until (unfortunately for him) Chris turns the corner on his way to french class. I stomped up to him, filled with rage, and slapped him so hard, Karen swears she heard it all the way on the opposite side of the building. He brings his hand up, covers his red cheek and looks at me like I am a piece of dog crap on the floor. He looks over at Samantha, sees the thong dangling from her fingers and he gasps.

"Babe, I am so sorry! We didn't mean for it to happen! I am so sor-" I cut him off and I began crying once more. His words confirmed everything. God, I am such an idiot for believing that he could actually love someone like me. I never should have believed his apology when I saw him cheating on me the first time.

"We are over." I whispered to him. I slowly walked away, leaving behind my first love, and my sanity.

Tomorrow, I will get my revenge.