It's been weeks since me and tyler broke up, I've did the typical thing, lay around watch sad droopy love movies, eat Ice cream and cry on my Bestfriends shoulder. we was together 4 years, nobody knows how much pain he has put me through over the years but this is by far the worst. the thought of loosing him would make me sick, Legibly a vomit sick. So you could imagine how many times I've did that over the past 4 weeks but I'm starting to move along and take the fact the were done and he's happy, I still stalk him on all of his social media websites, Facebook, twitter, pintrest, etc and even MySpace. I've tried all his passwords and no one of them are the same. I get the motivation to let Alexa take me to a bar, she has be dying to the last 3 weeks. I get all dolled up as bad as I hate to and try to make myself look presentable. we go out about 9 and head to several clubs by the end of the night I've had 30 shots and two is enough to make me go crazy so double that 16 times. I'm on tables left and right, dancing and, screaming at the top of my lungs. It's around 2:45 and this extremely hot guy walks up to me and helps me off the table. he tells me he likes my dance moves and that I'm pretty, any typical guy wanting to get laid. Me being the flirty drunk I am I tell him he isn't so bad hisself. Alexa has met a guy and we all go back to her place and have a coupes drinks play some truth or dare and she stays at her apartment with the guy she met while me and Grayson go for a walk on the beach. I give him my number and say I've had a incredible night, it felt like I was ten feet off the ground when I was with him. as he walked me to my door he said he will be sure to call me the next morning to see how I'm feeling and kissed me on the cheek like a complete gentlemen. When I got inside I started to cry, stupid me I whispered to myself! Why did I do that ?! I see a picture of me a tyler laying on the mantel and I throw it. you could say I lost my anger, then I thought he's probally laying in bed with his fiancé right now so why should I be upset that I'm trying to move on an stop making myself feel miserable?
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