When False Turns to Fate

Chapter 1

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"Holly, can't we at least talk about this?"

"No, you know what you did, and I refuse to ignore it. I'm sorry, goodbye."

He just looks at me with that sad- 'kicked puppy'- expression and I thought I was going to lose it. So, I do what any rational teenage girl would do- pull out my phone to answer an "important text" and climb into my car.

When I'm in the driver's seat, I look over at Gabby. She has empathy written all over her face. She knew what I was going to do and she knew how hard it would be for me.

"Holly, I-"
"Let's just go," I cut into what Gabby was saying before she had a chance to make things worse.

I would not cry. I would NOT cry!

Michael was my first boyfriend- my first kiss. I had really liked him for a really long time. It was the hardest thing in the world when I realized I had to break up with him. However, it was even harder when I realized he had been completely false when it came to our relationship- I mean previous relationship.

We were together for a year and a half. The week after I got back from spending the summer with my grandparents, I discovered some things about him that make me sick to my stomach, even now.

There was no excuse for what he had done. I could NOT continue our relationship.

I'm the kind of girl where The Bible is my handbook and God is my number-one. Call me crazy, but I have high standards for whom I call my boyfriend. Michael pretended to value those standards, and I pretended the rumors weren't true... But what he did... It couldn't be forgiven.

As I buckle up and set my phone on the console I see a text come in from Michael, begging me to take him back - give him a chance. It was then that the first tear slipped past- and landed right on the single word I used to reply.

"Never"

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It's the first day of school, and two weeks have gone by since I've seen, heard, or talked to Michael. Granted, I've gotten dozens of calls, texts, even personal visits from Michael since that day. I just wouldn't speak to him.

As I walk into the familiar commons area of my high school, when I see Brett. He smiles and gives me a hug, asking me how I've been, how was my summer- You know, the typical first day conversation, before going back to talking with the guys.

I go a few tables down and sit next to Gabby and two of my other girlfriends, Kate and Masey. They all look super cute in their first day of school outfits. It's kind of a thing for everyone at my school to dress nicer the first day. Tomorrow, everyone will be back to shorts and t-shirts. Just watch. It'll happen.

As I sit next to Gabby, smoothing my skirt out over my legs, I hear Kate gossiping about her ex, I groan to myself. It never ends. I zone out for a little while, pretending to look intently at my new schedule of classes, when I feel my phone vibrate in my purse.

Once I've located my phone amongst all the unneeded junk, I see a text from Brett asking if I want to hang out with him Friday at his house after the football game. I smile to myself thinking of his little siblings I'll also get to see before typing a quick response

"Sounds good. Should I bring anything?'

He replies with" anything junk food related i need nourishment after plowing over the other football team ;)'

This makes me laugh, as I know he really isn't kidding. I reply with a short "Okay." before slipping my phone back into my purse and pretending to care which jerk flirted with whatever girl. As you can tell, I'm not a big fan of drama...

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I hear the warning bell ring, notifying me that I have one minute to get my lazy rear to class. I check my schedule one last time to make sure I'm headed towards the right class before walking towards the pre-calculus classroom. I let out an aggravated puff of air.

Math.

If there is one thing I hate in school it's math. I'm an overall good student academically, but no matter how my grades look, I've never quite understood math. Who memorizes multiples?!? I certainly don't. This is why I'd die without a calculator.

As I step inside the classroom, my eyes glance across the room to see whether I have any friends in here. I stop searching when my eyes land on Brett near the center Of the room. He looks up and smiles at me and I let out a sigh of relief.

Maybe this class won't be so bad after all.

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I lied. This class is horrible! I hadn't paid attention to who was teaching this class until the devil walked in taking the form of Mr. Hanley. I inwardly groaned, knowing this meant my life was going to be even more torturous.

Mr. Hanley is one of those teachers who is known for teaching things people aren't even sure HE understands. By the middle of the class period I understood EXACTLY what those rumors meant. Even the syllabus was confusing, and he started the class off with a pretest that I don't even think he knew how to figure out.

My only consolation is that I have Brett in this class. After several attempts at problems (failed attempts might I add) we just look at each other exasperatedly. Soon we are making goofy faces at each other while Mr. Hanley has his back turned.

Our fun was cut short though when I accidentally let a spurt of laughter escape my lips. It was much louder than I meant for it to be and I received an impatient look from Mr. Hanley. I apologized before turning to an amused looking Brett. I stuck my tongue out at him earning another angry look form the teacher. I decided it would be wise if I paid a little more attention and the rest of the class period passed without anything important.

My friends cause me so much trouble.

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-M.J. 😚