Change Your Life

Chapter Seventeen

( Please read the A/N at the end. It's important!)

   Brielle's POV

    I can't believe this. We haven't even been dating for a week and George is already cheating on me!

  "When was this?" I asked, not looking at her as tears rushed down my face. 

  "Last night. Around 10 pm," She answered wistfully.  "But, George is an amazing kisser."  I knew what she was doing. She was taunting me. I wasn't stupid.

  But I was heartbroken. 

   I wiped my tears away quickly and handed Savannah her phone back. "Thanks for showing me," I muttered.

  Before she could say or do anything,  I was gone.

   ****

   I finished my pity fest and stood up from my place in the girls bathroom floor. I splashed cold water in my face and glared at my reflection.

   ' No wonder George cheated on you.' My mind barked. ' Your hair is stringy and lifeless. Your eyes have some weird color combination and look like a raccoons' eyes. You don't have a thigh gap but you have a muffin top.'

    I stood there, in front of the mirror, picking myself apart. Piece by piece. You know what the worst part is?

    Nobody will be able to save me.

****

   It was the end of the school day and I couldn't be more eager to get home where I could sleep and forget about this horrible day. At least for a few hours.

  I was in such a rush to beat Blake home so he wouldn't see my puffy eyes, that I ran into someone.

  I glanced, ready to apologize,  but it was the last person I wanted to see.

    George freaking Shelley.

   "Hey, beautiful, " he smiled. "I didn't see you today," he frowned. " I missed you. "

   "Impossible," I muttered.

    His frowned deepened. "What do you mean, Bri?"

    He's not even going to fess up? What the hell?! " You didn't miss me. You were to busy shoving your tongue down Savannah's throat!" I snapped.

   He looked confused. "What do you mean? I wouldn't touch her with someone else's hand!"

  "Yeah, thats why she showed me a picture of you pressing her up against and wall and practically dry humping her!" I sneered and turned away, not wanting him to see my tears.

   But he did see them. "Hey, why are you crying?"

   I almost slapped him.

  "Why? Why am I crying? Maybe because my boyfriend cheated on me and won't even own up to it!" I boomed but nobody paid us any attention.

     His eyes widened.  " Because I didn't cheat! I would never cheat on you!"

  "Well, you did," I whispered softly, tears streaming down my cheeks. "You cheated on me."

   George's features softened. " Bri- " He started but I didn't let him finish. I ran.

  I ran and felt my heart break even more.

****

   I decided not to tell anyone about George. Even though he hurt me, I don't think I could bear seeing him getting hurt.

  So when I got home, I went straight to my bedroom. I didn't get anything to eat or drink. I didn't even change out of my school clothes. I just flopped belly first on my matress and sobbed in my pillow.

  A few hours later, I didn't have an tears left. I just laid there, emotionless. Staring blankly at the white ceiling.

  My head and throat hurt from all the crying and sobbing but nothing, and I mean nothing hurt more than my heart.

    ****

     The next day was uneventful. 

     I didn't eat. My stomach was too knotted up.

    I didn't talk. My throat was too sore.

    I didn't cry. My tears have dried up completely.

    I didn't even get dressed. I slipped on some Victoria Secret sweat pants and a matching sweat shirt with my Uggs. My hair was put up in a messy high ponytail.

   My dads and brother gave me some questioning looks but didn't comment. For that, I was grateful. I didn't want to talk about George but I know I will have to eventually. 

  But not today.  That's for sure.

  ****

     I sat against the lockers during lunch, avoiding all people. Even Chloe.

      Some people may thing this is overreacting, but it's not. Really, it isn't. Even if it was, I wouldn't care at this point.

   I looked up and saw something bright. It was a poster. For the Winter Talent Show.

  The school hosts this talent show every year, right before holiday break. Anyone in the community could participate.  Adults, students, hell,  even toddlers could. It was an.... interesting event, to say the least.  

     I pushed myself up and walked over to the poster. I studied it for a moment before reading the large print.

       'On Friday, December 16, is this years Winter Talent Show! 

     If you think you got the talent, sign up below! 

              The winner gets £200. 

We can't wait to see your talents!  '

     At that moment I got an idea.

  I  was going to enter the talent show.

   ****

   Soo what do you think? Was it good?  Or amazing?  And those are your only choices ;)

   Next chapter will  start in George's POV  so we can see what was going on in his mind . That sounds kinda creepy....

  Anyways!  On to the important thing. I have an Instagram that I'm going to post pictures for this story and possibly any of my other stories. Its also a 1D blog thingy.... don't judge! 

   My Instagram name is miss_direction723. Go follow :D

   Xoxox Erin