Bad Girl In Disguise (SAMPLE) I ✔

C H E A T E R

WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SCENE OF SELF-HARM AND SUICIDE!

I never thought that I could be broken even further after what James did to me. I thought that you can't break something that is already broken.

How wrong I was.

I sat on my bed, tears streaming down my cheeks as I feel every piece of me break with every passing second.

What happened earlier this day shook me to the core. It made me lose hope in everything.

It made me lose hope on life.

The day started with my happy self, trying to find my MIA boyfriend.

Sun is shining. Birds are chirping. Everything is perfect.

Until I saw them.

They were there, standing right in front of my locker. They were so close, their bodies pressing on each other. Her hands are roaming his body. His hands aren't pushing her away.

And their lips are pressed against each other.

At that moment, I didn't want to accept what is plainly put in front of me. My brain does what it does best. Make excuses.

Maybe he isn't actually Lucas. Maybe he's someone else that looks almost exactly like Lucas.

Maybe I'm seeing things. Maybe I ate something and it caused me to see hallucinations.

Maybe this isn't real and Lucas didn't cheat on me with Claire.

But I know that it's real. I know my eyes don't trick me and I didn't eat anything funny this morning. I know that the boy before me with his brown hair and closed eyes is in fact Lucas Johnson.

I feel a piece of my heart chip away. And then another. And another. Floating away into the dark abyss.

Or at least, what's left of my heart.

She breaks away, a smug look on her face. He looks around, seeming in a daze. I grit my teeth and force myself to hold in my tears.

Claire smiles sweetly at Lucas and flips her blonde hair. She tiptoes and whispers things in his ear.

That's it. I can't take it anymore. So I run. I run like the coward I am.

I hear my name being called. But I don't care. He can go fuck Claire all he wants.

The worst part about being cheated on is that everything you know about yourself comes crashing down.

I thought I was good enough. I thought that I was good enough to make him stay. I thought that I was good enough to deserve true love.

I guess not.

What did I do wrong? Was I too boring that he felt like he needed to seek fun somewhere else? Is it because I didn't show enough affection? What did I do?

I hate myself. I hate it.

I bump into someone. That's all I know. And that this someone just wrapped his arms around me, engulfing me in a hug.

And that this someone's name is Arc.

At this moment, I couldn't care less. If Lucas isn't my shoulder to cry on, then Arc is.

I hate life. Maybe death is better.

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"Are you okay?"

That is an entirely stupid question. I am obviously breaking and every part of me is shattering into tiny pieces while I sit like a stoic statue on my bed.