The Other Me

Again?

Hai. Ok so in this part u might hate me... Or u might not. But I was actually deciding if his should happen and I was like okay sure y not. But I'm thinking of making things better with Ashley and Dylan after this part. So basically I'm gonna do something that u might not like by then I'll fix things. 😁😝😰😬 I hope u enjoy😁😁!!

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Besides, he knows that I wouldn't cheat on him. And he wouldn't cheat on me.....right?

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I walk around the halls in search of Dylan. This was unusual of him. It was time for lunch and I couldn't find him. I began to feel worried that something might've happened to him because he always met up with me and we ate together. I just didn't know what had happened to him.

I kept wandering the halls, almost deciding to go to his science teacher (which is the class he has before lunch) when something I saw by the corner of my eye, caught my attention.

I spun around and my heart stopped.
But I quickly run off to hide between some lockers but still watching what made my heart drop.

What I saw was Dylan with a girl. But not just any girl, it.was.fucking.Heather.

Again. I couldn't believe it. But it wasn't just that they were talking to each other. OOOHH NOOO. It was way worse. This was what I watched in complete shock while pinching myself thinking and hoping that this was a dream:

Dylan had Heather pinned against the wall, her hands tangled in his hair. Dylan had one hand oh the wall, blocking Heather if she tried to escape. And the other hand was on the back of Heather's head. Holding her in place while kissing her. But that wasn't the thing that ticked me off the most. It was that Dylan's shirt was fucking off. FUCKING OFF!

But we're in school. Aren't there cameras?? And why is this hall way completely empty??Oooooooohhhh.

Then it clicked:

We were on the hallway hat we were not supposed to be on. This hallway was being worked on. There were some technical problems and it was really old. It had paint peeling off of it and the doors creaked. It was awful. But now, there's some construction being done and the cameras were taken down so that the construction workers or technicians could see what problems there were.

So here I was, watching Dylan and Heather, kissing like they never had before, on the floor that I wasn't supposed to be on. But no one else was seeing this, and no one else was freaking out, and no one else was holding back tons of tears and sobs that were threatening to come out. And to make things worse, I hadn't eaten anything. I WAS HUNGRY. Which made my mood even worse. And all the while I was spreading hate all over Dylan in my mind.

How the fuck did I trust him? I should've known he was a fuckboy from the start!! Now I know not to trust that ... That man-whore! Fucking asshole. I'll never let him get to me ever again.
I knew that this was a mistake! I knew that there wasn't and will never be a guy for me that won't leave me. I might like a guy and he might like me but he won't stay with me. Cuz there'll always be someone better than me. This is why I never dated anyone. And I never trusted anyone. This is what I get for trusting someone other than my friends. I will never fucking trust any fucking bo-
I was interrupted from my thoughts by...Heather.

Just great.

"What the fuck is she doing here babe?!" He asked pointing to me. I hadn't realized that I had moved away from my hiding spot and had come into view. So Heather could see me now. How wonderful.

"Ashley, I can explain." Dylan said and tried to continue but I Heather spoke first.

"Oh look now she's crying" she started. "Awww are you okay? Did you lose your mommy?" She asked in a sad voice filled with fake sympathy and a puppy dog look on her face. But at that moment I realized that my eyes were filled with tears and one escaped my eye right after she said her bitchy words.

I saw Dylan's face and then looked to Heather's. I couldn't deal with all this pain and drama now. Why didn't anyone warn me about things like this?! Everyone kept me safe, cooped up in a glorious, drama free, world. Only now did I know how much the truth hurts, and what life has to bring to you when all you've done is good with just a few slip-ups.

I quickly turned on my heel and walked away. I never wanted to see their faces again. Ever.
I walked down the stairs and into the cafeteria, when the fucking bell rang. I took out my phone from my back pocket and looked at the time. It was the end of BOTH lunch periods.

Oh this is just great, I thought. Just what I needed. How wonderful. -note the sarcasm please.-

So now not only did I witness Dylan and Heather making out (and that sight shattering my heart), I haven't eaten ANYTHING except for some shitty cereal. And that was like 10 fucking hours ago. -note the exaggeration-.

I wasn't sad anymore. I was angry. Really angry. And angry me wasn't pretty. And wasn't going to try and get Dylan back. Nope no way whatsoever. Heather can keep that asshole.

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Hai. Ok so sorry if u rlly wanted Dylan and Ashley to stay together but... Sorry. I had a plan before to make things good again b/w them but I kinda forgot. Maybe it'll pop back into my head but if it doesn't I'll fix things. And I think I'll be doing more of Dylan's pov. And this chapter is like a sorta longish chapter cuz I like normally do shorter ones so I hope u liked this chapter -you probably didn't but oh well- and Plzplzplz comment and vote!! Thank u so much😋😜 Niki 💕

Also thanks to Whateveritskayla for giving me the word 'man-whore' 😂😂😂