Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Floozies

Skylar's P.O.V.

I would very much like to say that the news about... the crime... regarding my boyfriend and she who shall not be named has subsided since Prom night three days ago.

But, it unfortunately has not.

Then again, it is Monday morning, and high-schoolers for some reason always have the strong desire to gossip both online and in person.

So, it's fair that everyone feels the need to gather their entire groups of friends and share every detail about the night, even though they were all there, anyway.

Angle matters, Angela! I remember one girl shouting to her friend as I passed by the two in the hall. You were at least four feet to my left, meaning that what we saw was different! Now, tell me about his left jawline or I'll never speak to you again!

Bitches be crazy.

Grayson and I were separated a few minutes ago, much to his chagrin. Although, throughout the little time I was with him at his locker, several different people have come up to him to apologize for what's happened to him, calling him strong and telling him that he'll get through this with the love and support of his friends and family.

My grumpy boyfriend proceeded to tell each and every one of them that he didn't need to get through it, because he already had. He firmly stated multiple times that he had moved past it and isn't suffering from any deep, emotional pain.

Of course, he also loved to flaunt our relationship in the faces of every girl that had come up and offered to comfort him after school. I smile at the memory of my personal favorite time.

'Oh, Grayson, you don't have to put up that strong act for me. You will never have to go through this alone. I'm here for you.'

'Uh... thanks?' He draws out.

He wraps and arm around my waist as I shamelessly narrow my eyes at the girl that hadn't even glanced in my direction yet.

Fine, bitch ignore me. I didn't want to talk to you, anyway. Grayson gives the side of my head a light peck.

'Look,' he continues. 'It's nice that you want to... help me... but it's really not necessary. Skylar, you know, my girlfriend of almost a year, has been helping me. She's all the support I need. Our relationship is stronger than ever.'

She finally looks over to me, her eyes narrowing as she stares at me with disgust and jealousy evident in her makeup-caked features. Her lips then curl up into a terribly-faked smile. 'So... it doesn't bother you that your boyfriend slept with someone else?' She asks innocently.

I roll my eyes. 'Oh, fuck off, Kaitlyn. We get it, you're in love with my boyfriend; I can't really blame you, hon', he's sexy with abs and good hair.'

I don't even think Kaitlyn is her name.

Grayson smirks down at me, making me roll my eyes, yet again. Meanwhile, Kaitlyn gasps in offense and stumbles over her words with rosy cheeks. 'I a-am not! You are!'

I smile at her in amusement at her awful comeback. 'Damn right, I am. Glad we cleared that up. He's my boyfriend. Mine. You can look, but you can't touch.'

Yeah. I'm kind of a badass.

Both my mood and Grayson's had lifted quite a bit after that, but it was short-lived, as he was called tot he principal's office, leaving me to get my books from my locker alone and walk myself to class. Have I always been so needy? Am I clingy? It's literally been, like, five minutes. I'm not allowed to miss him already.