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It has been exactly one month since you and Zach have broken up, and it was over something extremely stupid. It was over an argument that the two of you had. An argument over the fact that you and Bryce were "too friendly with each other". Clearly Zach had gone mad. Because you would never cheat on him, and certainly not with Bryce Walker. That guy was a complete asshole and a pervert. If anything, he was always flirting with you, even though you were dating one of his best friends. But you had no intention what so ever to cheat on Zach with Bryce. You loved Zach, you truly did. And he loved you, but clearly not as much as you though because he couldn't see how it was not you being "too friendly" with Bryce but the other way around.
It has been a painful month for you after the break up. You and Zach were perfect for each other, in your eyes and in the eyes of most of the students at Liberty high. You two were the "IT" couple. Always the talk of the school on how cute the two of you were together and how others wished that they had what you and Zach had. Why did things have to end between the two of you. You remember the night where everything went downhill, like it was yesterday...
"I'm not 'all over Bryce' Zach! That's ridiculous!" You yell.
You and Zach were sitting in your living room. Your parents were gone for the weekend on some business trip and Zach had promise to keep you company in the time being. So he had come over to your house so the two of you could cuddle and watch some movies. But things turned south pretty quickly...
"Sure you're not." Zach scoffs "You two are always flirting with each other! And right in front of me too!" He booms out.
"You know I'm really surprised that you haven't left me for him yet, slut..." He breathes out the last word that you nearly missed what he said.
But it's too late. You heard it. And you have never been more humiliated and furious in your life.
You look at him straight in the eyes, seething, and slap him. Hard. Right across his face.
"You know what!? Fuck you Zachary!" You spit out. "I fucking hate you! Get out!"
Zach scoffs and then says with malice, "Sure, I'll leave, but know this, we're fucking done (Y/N). I don't even know why I went out with such a slut like you in the first place." Then Zach walks out your door.
How heartbroken you had been that night. You still are, but you had been so devastated that Sunday evening that you didn't even bother going to school the next day. You texted you parents and got them to call the school, telling them you were too sick to go.
When you did show your face at school for the first time after the fight. You saw Zach, leaning against his locker, with Justin and a few other of his friends from the basketball team. He caught your eye when you walked pass him down the hall, and he just acted as if nothing had ever happened. As if he didn't even miss you.
