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I fucking hate Grayson.

The hot, popular jock whose jawline is probably sharp enough to cut diamonds, with his perfectly toned muscles and gorgeous, floppy hair. The asshole who's still somehow loved and idolized by all, students and teachers alike. The douchebag whose charming smile and personality could allow him to finesse his way into any girl's heart.

That included her.

"I don't think this is going to work out." She said softly, guilty eyes refusing to meet mine.

I could feel my heart shattering into a thousand pieces. I hated how even then I still thought Kristina looked beautiful, despite soaked in the rain, eyelashes clumping together with mascara running down her cheeks, weakly protected by the flimsy binder she held over her head. All I wanted was to hug her, but I knew I couldn't.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Ethan. I don't love you anymore."

My eyes began to blur. "Kristina. P-please, no.." I pleaded, choking back a sob.

She gently tugged her arm. I'd been holding onto her hand, refusing to let her go, but the look on her face told me it was no use. The bus was already rounding the corner.

"I love someone else."

I weakly let go. The bus was there. Without another word she turned around and hurriedly stepped in, leaving me in the rain, dejectedly staring into nothing, in probably the worst state I've ever been in my life. I had officially hit rock bottom.

The rest of the weekend was miserable. I refused to eat or do anything. Getting out of the bed was suddenly a difficult task and I found myself just staying in. Meanwhile by the first week Kristina was already smiling and laughing. She looked stunning as always and if anything more jubilant than ever before. It was as if nothing happened, as if our two-year relationship didn't just end like that.

It was odd for someone to move on so quickly. I was confused, frustrated, and so hurt. But the truth was later revealed to me when Emma- Kristina's close friend who was also in her clique- pulled me aside one day after school.

My head was held down, busy stuffing textbooks into my bag from my locker. Emma's was just several numbers away from mine, so when most of our area was cleared, it was easy for her to find me.

"Uhm.. hey."

Emma leaned against the locker next to mine. She was looking down at me a bit awkwardly, licking her lips. I was surprised because her and I never really talked- we only knew each other through Kristina. But due to recent events- cough, our breakup- I already had an idea of what she was going to say.

I swung my bag over my shoulder and stood up to close the locker. She was now a few inches shorter than me. I didn't bother to look back when I replied miserably in a monotone voice. "What do you want?"

She was probably going to share her sympathy and say how she was sorry that our relationship ended and all that bullshit. I was already blocking my ears because I heard it almost a thousand times the past month.

"I'm not sure if I'm supposed to say this- I mean, I know I'm not, but it's like, I think you deserve to know. Also, don't tell Kristina." She stammers, with her enthused gesticulations and voice cracks.

Oh?

I listened intently while she pulled up her phone and started scrolling. Her nails tapped against the screen until she found what she was looking for. She flipped it around and stood beside me so we could both see it.

"What is this..?"

"I have her password. She sent these."

My eyes widened. They were text messages from Kristina's account. I mumbled under my breath as I read them, eyes wildly scanning the screen.

"Baby I love you so much... You're so handsome... Don't tell my boyfriend... What the fuck?! "

"Not so loud, dumbass!" Emma hushed, sending me a glare, before she resumed swiping through the screenshots with her thumb.

"Wait, wait slow down, I can't read them-" Though not completely taking it from her, I held the phone with my other hand to bring it closer to my face. "These date back from October.."

I squinted. "Wait, just who the hell is..?-"

"Grayson Dolan." She deadpanned.

She must've seen my expression, because she sighed and proceeded to explain him to me, describing his looks. It took me a second but it clicked almost right away.

"You know, the one with the sharp jawline? One of the guys in the football team?"

"Oh. Frankenjaw. I know him." I deadpanned.

"Yes! You got it." Emma stifled a laugh at the nickname.

I inhaled loudly through my teeth, eyes blown wide in pure shock and anger. "Wait. So are you telling me she's been cheating on me for that fucktard? For months? Are you kidding me?!" I hissed, tugging my hair.

"Oh my god, be quiet!" She looked around, seeing if anyone heard. She turned back with an understanding look. "Listen, I know this is a lot to take in, but please, I swear to God don't say or do anything, and save the whole freak out for home, okay? I can't be found out."

I slumped in defeat, rattling the lockers as I covered my eyes with my hands. "Fuck."

Emma bit her thumb. "Dude, I gotta go, I have cheer practice. I'm sorry this happened to you, by the way." She patted my shoulder sympathetically and before hurriedly walking away she added, "Also, remember-I didn't tell you shit. See you."

And I was left alone again.

I didn't know how long I stayed there, breathing harshly and overcome with emotion, even after everyone was long gone.

I wanted to die. I wanted the ground to give under me and just suck me up and keep me hidden there forever. That way, I would never have to deal with drama, heartache, and all this bullshit that seemed to always come for my ass to fuck my life up. I hated it, I hated everyone, and I hated myself.

I must've had a really bad breakdown because the following day, I found dents the size of my fist, littered all over my locker and neighboring ones.

I decided right then and there, fuck it.

Fuck Grayson. Fuck Kristina-even though I'm still in love with her with all my heart- and you know what? Fuck Emma too, even though really, she didn't do anything.

I was going to fix myself. I was going to get shredded, focus on school, make new friends and just get my shit together. Maybe, I could get Kristina back, too. God, I'd do anything to have her again.

A/N
this is my first ff, im usually the one reading but when you run out of fics u get desperate for more, so i figured why cant i just make one myself? 🤯

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