"All junior and senior students report to the auditorium for our beginning of the school year performance." I hear the principal announce over the speaker as I'm in the dressing room.
"How do I look?" I smile at James as I finish putting on my pink costume.
"You look gorgeous sister but something's missing" he scratches his head.
"Yeah I know she had blonde hair on one side and black on the other. I don't feel like dying half of my hair blonde. Aren't these big puffy curls enough?" I laugh.
"No that's not what I mean Val. You need some makeup."
" no! I don't like makeup." My eyes widen.
" c'mon just a little bit!" He laughs
"You better make me pretty then." I sigh putting on my robe and sit on a chair.
"Yay!" He claps and grabs a makeup brush.
"But just a little touch up! Don't go all off." I put my finger up and smile.
"Whatever. So has he tried to talk to you yet?" he smirks.
"No. He didn't come today and I never want to see him again anyway." I furrow my eyebrows.
"And Ethan?"
"Well he did help me out yesterday when I seen my own boyfriend cheating on me." I cross my arms.
"That's cute." James smiles.
"Yeah I guess, but Ethan made it seem like what Isaiah did to me was worse than what he did to me." I say and think about it at the same time.
"What do you mean?" James furrows his eyebrows.
ETHAN POV
My teacher dismisses the class to the auditorium.
I'm walking in the hall way to see other students walking to the auditorium as well.
I pass the dressing room and see a glance of Valeria with a guy and I hear my name. I furrow my eyebrows and go back and peak at them.
He's putting makeup on her.
"Well he did help me out yesterday when I seen my own boyfriend cheating on me." Valeria says.
I smile knowing what she was talking about. Of course I would help her. Anything for her.
"That's cute." The guy smiles.
"Yeah I guess, but Ethan made it seem like what Isaiah did to me was worse than what he did to me." I hear Valeria say and furrow my eyebrows of confusion.
"What do you mean?" The guy asks her and puts the makeup brush down.
"Yeah, yesterday he said he didn't want Isaiah to ever hurt me again and I wanted to tell him it was nothing compared to the way he broke my heart but I just didn't think he'd even care, he never did." She looks down.
Yesterday I thought she was comparing her bruised wrist to her gun wound but it wasn't. I feel like a total dick.
"Well maybe you should think of giving him a second chance, it seems like he's been trying."
I like this guy. I really am trying.
"No. I can't put myself through that again. I'm healed already. I never want to be with him again. I don't need him. He's irrelevant to me now."
The words she says hurts me.
"I understand." The guy sounds disappointed.
"Thank you." She sighs.
