Falling For The Bad Boy

Chapter Five

Chapter five- Movie Date

School went by in a flash. Thankfully.

Now, it's time for my movie date with Christian.

I didn't dress up, but I put on my nicest pajamas. I mean, it's a movie date. In my house. Why should I dress up? He's seen me like this before.

He should be here in about twenty minutes, so I got out some pillows and blankets and threw them on the floor. Then, I went in the kitchen and got some snacks, popcorn, and some drinks. Finally, I got some movie choices out and laid them beside the snacks.

There, perfect.

I looked at the clock. It's been thirty minutes. Wait, he should've been here ten minutes ago.

I waited ten more minutes and he's still not here. This is really unusual for him. Usually he gets to the place ten minutes early. I waited another twenty minutes and he's still not here. I need to check on him.

I drove to his house which took me about fifteen minutes. Well, his car is here.

I walked up to the front door and know led. No answer. He told me where the spare key is, but I don't like to use it. Well, this is a special situation.

I grabbed the spare key and unlocked the door.

"Christian?" I called, but with no answer.

And that's when I heard it. Moaning. Coming from his bedroom.

I meticulously made my way up there, making no sounds. I opened his bedroom door to see my boyfriend naked in his bed with the head cheerleader.

I felt the tears, and I didn't try to stop them. I just let them flow. He looked up and saw me standing there in his doorway.

"Did a whole year of my life mean nothing to you?"

"Listen, Chandler-"

"No, stop. I don't want to hear it." I turned toward the girl,"Honey, you can have him. He's not worth it."

No matter how strong I sound to myself, I know, on the outside, it's clear I'm breaking.

"Did you forget our movie date tonight? Or did you remember and not care?"

"Chand-"

"No. I told you. I'm done. Don't try to talk to me or come near me again. We're threw."

I walked out the door and made sure to slam it. I got to my truck and drove home. I just sat there for a minute, not having the energy to get out since I cried the whole way home.

I got out and slowly went to the door and to my bedroom. I just laid there and cried. That's it. Just cried. Until I fell asleep.

I woke up with crusty eyes. I guess that's what I get for letting him get to me.

Today, I'm going to show him what he's missing.

I went to my closet and grabbed a tight black top, tight white jeans, and black stilettos.

I threw that on and curled my hair, but went light on the makeup.

Time to show Christian Withers what he's missing.