Kyle's P.O.V.
"Alright, boys. Hit the showers!" the coach yelled, dismissing us from practice. I walked with my bros back up to the locker rooms.
"So how was detention?" Tyler asked sarcastically.
"It was lame as hell," I answered simply. At least, some of it was. Up until the end with Beth.
"Man, I bet you hate that bitch now. What're you gonna do?" Connor asks.
"No, guys. Actually, she came up and apologized to me and was, like, rubbing my arm and stuff. I think she has a thing for me," I explain.
"So, she, like, hated you but now all of a sudden she really likes you and stuff? I don't get it," Jake says.
"Man, me neither," Connor shrugs.
"Must be a girl thing," I shrug. The boys all nod in agreement.
We all go horse around in the locker room before we leave. On my way out I run into my girlfriend, Brittany, who just got outta cheer practice.
"Hey, bae," she says while wrapping her arms around my neck and going for a kiss. I move my head away from it and she stares at me blankly.
"Kyle, what's wrong?" she asks while removing her arms. I take a deep breath.
"Brittney, we've been together for like a month now, and you've been great, honestly you hav-"
"Are you breaking up with me?" she asks, tears brimming her eyes.
"It's not you, it's me," I say.
"Well you know what, Kyle?" Brittany asks suddenly, angrier than I've ever seen her. "You are an arrogant, stuck up, asshole who has no respect for anyone's feelings. Maybe your dick would be bigger if you didn't shove two-thirds of it into your personality!" she yells in my face.
"You fucking stupid slut! Who the hell do you think you are?" I yell as I slap her and she falls to the ground. She looks up at me, horrified. Suddenly, I realize what I've done. I try to help her up, but she pulls her hand away from mine and crawls backwards.
"Y-you hit me!" she shouts in shock. "You really hit me!" Her cheek is red, but I didn't hit her hard enough to leave a mark.
"Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just that what you said was really offensive and it just made me so upset. I lost my temper. I-"
"No, save it. There's no need for an apology," she says calmly, standing up carefully and rubbing her cheek. I sigh a sigh of relief. "You don't have to apologize to me because I'm through with you. I will not stand here as you blame me or your temper for your problem. I refuse to be abused by you. You need some fucking help with your anger management." Brittney storms off without looking back.
"Brittney, please! Can't we just talk this out?" I yell after her, but it;'s too late. She's long gone now.
Holy fuck I fucked up.
Beth's P.O.V.
I roll over in bed and hit snooze on my alarm with a groan. I lay there for a moment before rolling out of bed and onto the floor. I help myself up using my bed and make my way over to the closet.
Why on Earth does school even have to start so early in the morning? Why can't classes start at like noon and go to like 4? Unlike some people, I need sleep. Maybe someone needs to explain the concept of sleep to the school board because they've probably never heard of it.
Suddenly, my phone's text alert goes off and I rush to check it.
"Do u want a ride to school today?" the text from Kyle reads.
