One Shots

No Broken Hearted Girl

A/N: Girls, this has some story behind it. Never ever be with a man that hits you, do not believe that it’s your fault and that you deserve it okay? Promise me that if you need help, you contact somebody about it, me, a good friend, parent or family, somebody!

And this is also girls, never be with someone who is ashamed to be with you. Each and every one of you is beautiful. Xo

This story isn’t based on anyone I know but yea, and you guys are lucky! I’ve been updating more often now! Woo! ;) Enjoy my sexy fans

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*Katie’s P.O.V*

You know those relationships that are secret but you want everyone in the whole world to know that that special guy is yours and you are is? That’s me. He treats me like shit but I go back to him, I love him. I’m in love with him and it sucks because I don’t know where we stand with each other. I’m just the petite, nerdy girl with the makeup less face and the boring brown eyes. I don’t like to stand out so I don’t know why he wants me to fit in, imp comfortable being in my own body. I thought that maybe if I took charge of our relationship that he will find me more attractive and show me of to all his mates, him not caring that he would get shit from being with me... Being a real man.

Ben Carter was my boyfriend, best friend and happened to be my next door neighbor. That’s how we got together; we have been best friends for as long as I remember... When we hit primary school we were friends in school but outside of school we were best friends. Then hit high school and he ignored me inside school but was my boyfriend just around me. Nobody knew, not my parents or my brother who I tell everything to, his parents don’t know. Nobody knows but us. So I decided was the day that I took charge.

"Hey Ben." I went up to him after school, I was her practicing my item for assembly tomorrow (yeah I could sing, kind of I guess) and he was here with his mates for soccer practice.

"Um sup?" he asked. His eyes went wide. He shook his head saying no. I ignored him.

'Why are you talking to this loser Ben?" some of his mates came up behind me.

“I’m not, she just came up to me randomly and started talking to me, I don’t even know her name!” I stood there silent. What.A.Dick.

“What are you on? We’ve been going out secretly for like a year now…” he blushed bright red.

“What are you saying? Just cause we got dared to kiss at a party in like year 8 doesn’t mean that we’re going out. You’re fucked up in the head.” Tears went down my face.

“YOU ARE A COMPLETE DICKHEAD! I HATE YOU! YOU AND ALL YOUR STUPID BIG HEADED MATES ARE COMPLETE DICKHEADS!” he then got up in my face.

“DO NOT FUCKING SPEAK ABOUT ME AND MY MATES THAT WAY! YOU ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO US! YOU’RE LUCKY WE’RE EVEN SPEAKING TO YOU. YOU’RE FILTHY AND JUST BECAUSE WE LIVE NEXT DOOR DON’T MAKE US FRIENDS OR ANYTHING. SO CAN YOU FUCK OF AND LEAVE US ALONE?!” I slapped him.

He then did the most UN thinkable thing he ever did to me, he hit me back.  I stood there shocked. I grabbed my face. All his mates laughed and patted him on the back. He looked down at his red hand and then back up at me. Tears were coming down my face.

“Oh shit.” He went forward to grab my face but I flinched away from him. His eyes showed so much pain. My heart held 10 x more pain.

“I hate you.” I then bolted for my car. As soon as I was in the car, I locked it and sped home. I was lucky there were no police around.  I didn’t bother to grab my bag, I just raced in the door, I saw my brother and his mates and they went to say hello but I just ran up to my room and cried into my pillow. I started crying like there was no tomorrow. I was curled up in a ball, with my arms around my head, absolutely sobbing; I couldn’t do anything but just lie there and do nothing. I felt arms around me and I saw it was my brother Trent. I curled up into a ball on his lap and started crying 10 x harder. He didn’t say anything he just rocked me back and forth till I fell asleep crying onto his shoulder.