Who's gonna love you better?

01.

Addison, my best friend is telling me one of her boy-stories, while I am trying on some outfits for the first day of our senior year. "Sel? Did you even listen?" I turn my head to my best friend. "Of course Addy! So what happened next to Bryce?" She shakes her head at me. "Bro I was talking about Quinton." Well fuck. She's mad at me for sure, she can't help but laugh a little at my stupidity. "I know what distracts you that much." She speaks devilishly. Oh god, what's next? "Duh? My outfit for tomorrow." Addison smirks at my desperate try to change the next topic. "Nah girl, you wanna impress Ryan." As his name rolls off her lips, every single cell in my body tenses up. "I don't wanna impress my fucking Ex!" I almost scream. "Wow, no need to shout at me like that." I shake my head and sit down on my bed. "Sel it's time to move on." Addy storkes my hair, while I'm starring at the floor, thinking about him. "'Ive moved on already." I lie to my bestfriend and myself. "You sure?" I nodd my head, knowing that I am gonna break the moment I'm gonna see him with someone new. "Good cause this will be our last year together! We have to enjoy it and do some risky things." Addison winks at me before getting up. "I gotta go now, see you tomorrow!" I smile at her til she's out of sight.

Ever since Ryan and I broke up everyone treated me like a crybaby. I admit that I was a big crybaby at the beginning but now I'm fine. I mean it's normal that it took me the whole summer to forget him, at least a little bit. He was my first boyfriend, my first love. And to be fair, I never thought I could date him. He was Ryan Clements the most popular boy and I was just Selena, I had my friends, but I wasn't popular at all. After Ryan and I started dating everything changed. The popular girls started talking to me, the whole football team recognized me which was pretty weird, but once you get used to it, it's pretty cool.

I loved Ryan. I really did, but obviously that wasn't enough for him. No he didn't cheat on me, well I guess. Our relationship became toxic. He didn't want me to go on parties, have guy friends or wear short clothing. He was really jealous, but I adored him anyways. At one point we avoided talking to each other, so we don't fight. It was rough.

All my friends avoided the topic 'Ryan' over the whole summer. Even though they tried to keep me away from it, I knew. I knew he was just partying and fucking hundreds of girls..