Mia's P.O.V.
I saw him desperate and miserable. I slowly went to where he was sitting, trying to be as quiet as possible. When I reached where he was sitting, I just stood there looking at him. After a some time,he looked at me with a shocked but worried face. He also gained bags under his eyes. Those weren't there when we met yesterday. He looked at me, still worried and shocked.
Did I disturb his peace? Why was he looking at me that way? What happened to him?
Why did I even care?
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Carson's P.O.V.
I sensed someone walking towards me. If it was Claire, I would literally kill her for what she did. After I 'saved' Mia from falling directly to the wet floor yesterday I felt different like I felt this before but faded away but this time I felt something. And it took a long time for it to be TEMPORARILY gone.
Mia. Mia Cordova.
Why does that name ring a bell? It's funny because still up to now, I know her name and I feel like I've heard it before...I just don't know when and where.
After saying goodbye to her I went to the restaurant where my EX-GIRLFRIEND and I agreed to meet. I now call her ex because I broke up with her.
I reached the place to find her talking with some guy and her leg was trying to intertwine with his. I stormed to the table where she was seated and she pulled away after seeing me enraged.
"I knew it!" I yelled to her face. It really felt good.
"Carson, h-honey, it's not what you think!" she lied to my face. Now she's afraid. Good. I finally caught her.
"I don't wanna hear it, Claire." I sighed and walked away.
A few hours later I saw her at a coffee shop sucking off the face of the same guy she was with a few hours ago. Darn. She didn't even came after me or even felt a little guilty of what she did. After sucking his face she noticed me at last. When she stood up, I shook my head and went on with my way.
She was my first love.
My first girlfriend.
Whenever she was in trouble I'd be there for her.
I told her I'd love her forever...
...or so I thought
I told her she'd only be mine...
...or so I thought
We would get married and have a family of our own...
...or so I thought.
I was a fool back then. Decisions. Decisions. For the past 3 months she would act strangely, whenever we eat out she would always be texting. Once she asked permission to go to the comfort room. She went inside and I waited. Ten minutes have passed and she hasn't come out yet. I went outside the comfort room and I heard her flirting with someone on the phone. When she came back, I would ask her and she would change the subject.
I went home and went to sleep feeling pathetic. I woke up two hours later by the sound of thunder. I looked at my clock and sighed. 1:53 a.m. I grunted and shoved my pillow to my face. I closed my eyes but I couldn't sleep. Then I knew what may ease it. I got my phone and dialed Claire.
She picked it up but didn't answer right away. I could hear what they were doing and I was disgusted. I wanted to end our relationship right away.
"Yes?" she giggled. She finally took time to answer the phone but she didn't realize it was me. Oh, great.

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Teen Fiction**EDITING** One True Love? Meet, Mia Cordova. A rich, young girl who lives alone in her mansion. The people around her call her "Little Miss Perfect" in a good way because she is smart, beautiful and talented. But she has a problem. Well, Mia's neve...