Too Late To Love (Jealous Ex Story)

Chapter One: Plain Old Player

Two years ago, I fell in love with a lying, cheating bastard. The worst, yet best decision of my life.

Landon Brady was your typical, highschool jock. The quarterback of the football team, features of a fucking god, reputation as the school's most badass dude, but most of all, the heartbreaker. Simple as that, he broke every girls heart that came his way. And believe me when I say, that every girl always went in his direction. Never the opposite way.

Of course, being the optimistic person here, I chose to head in the opposite direction, preferring to leave my heart untouched. Though, in the end, that did not pursue as I hoped it would. My heart, as I willed it not to, broke just as every other girl who allowed Landon to stomp all over it.

How did this happen, you ask? Well, what was I supposed to do when my teacher assigned us as partners for a damn project? Okay, I know, I know, I should not use that as an excuse, but I can explain. Hopefully, at least.

When Landon and I were assigned to be partners at first, all I wanted to do was bash my head against a brick wall. Okay, very morbid, I know. But, that is actually how I felt. Landon on the otherhand, smirked the rest of the day, that smug smile lasting like a permanent marker.

To be able to accomplish this project, something about major historical events, it required us to meet after school hours. And that is exactly what we did. Though, believe me when I say I would've rather gouged my eyes out than to look at that boy one more time.

Now, here's where I explain the 'falling-in-love' part. Yes, so abrupt, considering just a second ago, I had been
talking about gouging my eyes out. Once Landon and I had been spending more and more time together, I learned many details about his life I'd never known. An abusive, alcoholic for a father, no mother steady enough to keep her and himself on their feet, and a home he wasn't comfortable returning to each and every day.

Upon hearing this information, I couldn't help but feel sorry and regretful for ever assuming his background. Eventually, my passionate hate transformed into passionate love. Before I knew it, I was expressing my own life. Adopted at the age of 7, multiple foster homes before even being adopted, and a mom who was never home, too busy working a shift early morning until late night.

Our friendship developed into a sturdy bond, until we no longer focused on the project, but each other. From talks lasting for hours at a time, to make out sessions in the hallways at school, we became two fools in love. Ah, yes. Fools we were. Soon, every girl despised the fact that Landon directed all his attention on me. For an entire, fucking, year together, I'd really thought he changed. Up until I caught him fooling around with Melina, the fake-boobed-bimbo. At my apartment, on my bed. Can you even believe that? On my bed. My, fucking, bed. Melina was sprawled across his body, her tongue shoved deep down his throat. You best believe I was fucking pissed.

I didn't even hesitate to react, but how I reacted changed the entire game. As calmly as can be, I said in a steady voice, "Hey babe, I'm kind of tired. Do you mind scooting over a little so I can take a nap?" When he noticed my presence, he shoved fake-boobed-bimbo off of him, shock feigning his expression. "Holy shit, Riah. It's not what it looks like." Landon says, his voice all shaky and shit. Yep, he just said that classic line. "Seriously though, I'm tired. Can you take this somewhere else?" I ask, my voice lacking any depth. Just cold, and heartless. Of course, I was fucking devastated. My heart felt like it would burst out of my chest. But, the thing I did best, was hiding my emotions. Practice makes perfect, am I right? Ha, of course I definitely am not. Landon just looked at me, hurt painted fiercely all over his gorgeous features. "Wait, that's all you have to say? Wow. Just, wow." Landon mumbles, tucking his head in his chest. "What, you expect me to yell at you? Ask why you cheated on me? Sorry, but I don't waste my time on boys like you anymore. Get out of my fucking apartment. And my life, for that matter." I mutter, venom interlacing each word I overthrow. Fake-boobed-bimbo shoots up off the bed, running out of my apartment at the speed of light. Looks like someone made a decent decison today, at least.

Landon doesn't move an inch, head still cowardly tucked into his chest. "Did you ever even mean it when you said you loved me?" Landon asks, his voice breaking at each word spoken.

"I've loved you more than anyone I could have ever loved, but now, baby, your love is as useless to me as all those girls you've slept with." I respond, my voice never wavering in the slighest.

~I'd like to thank anyone who has made it through my very first chapter, of my very first book. It means the world to me. Lots of love to you. :) ~