Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Fifty Shades Of Pink

Skylar's P.O.V.

I'll admit, yesterday was great. And it ended way too soon for my liking. Now here I am. Eastwood High on a stupid Wednesday.

You know what, I take it back. I may be upset about school, but there's no need to take my anger out on Wednesday. I'm sure it didn't intend on being hated, and I feel bad for calling it stupid.

Dear god, I've lost my mind.

"Princess? You okay...? You're kinda spacey today."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, just thinking about Wednesday."

He shoots me a questioning look, and I only wave my hand dismissively. There's no point in trying to explain something I don't quite understand it myself.

"I was thinking..." I turn to him with a raised eyebrow. "About what you said before the others barged into our room."

I think back to that day, remembering every word perfectly...

"I just wish she didn't send that video to everyone." He says quietly.

"Great. So the girls at school with finally get what they wanted."

"What?"

I sigh before speaking.

"Since the day you started dating me, they've wanted nothing more than for us to break up and go our different ways."

"They're getting what they wanted? Are we breaking up?" He asks, trying to hide the panic in his voice.

"Well as you said yesterday, technically we already did."

I blink a few times, snapping out of my flashback.

Okay... Why was he thinking about that?

"I don't want us to be broken up." He says quickly. "I want us to stay together, graduate, get married, have kids, and live in the beautiful mansion we've always talked about."

"Grayson, I-"

"Meet me outside the cafeteria right before lunch. I have a surprise for you."

"I don't know, Grayson... Surprises don't seem to be on my side lately..."

"Please."

I sigh before nodding slowly.

"Okay. Now I have to get to class. I love you."

"I love you more, I'll see you later, Princess."

I send him a little smile before turning to walk away. I stroll through the halls with my head down, not wanting the stares and whispers to ruin my content mood.

I'm not happy, but I'm not sad. For once in my life. I'm just fine. But of course, Britney just can't let that happen.

"Wow. I thought you would have killed yourself by now."

I take a deep breath before spinning around to face the idiotic bimbo.

"What gave you that idea?" I ask with fake politeness.

"Well for starters, you were a depressed freak long before Grayson came along. Don't get me wrong, you two were cute while it lasted. But then... Oh this is my favorite part... He left you to have sex with someone better. Someone prettier, more popular, and thinner."

My face remains blank, showing no trace of hurt or upset. I'm done with letting her win.

"Yeah, you're right. He did. And guess what? Right after, he practically fled from the building to come find me. He loves me. You can tell me that he doesn't a thousand times a day, but that doesn't change anything."