A/N: this is in no way shape or form a guide to getting over a broken heart, Actually it has steps but it's still I would not recommend it.
Prologue:
What kind of girl smirks when they get caught on top of another girls 2 year long boyfriend? Melanie Howard that's who.
And what kind of girl shoves her off him and slaps the shit outta off him then runs off crying?
Overly dramatic (and questionably unstable) Me.
because what does one recommend, one does when your cliché football jock boyfriend for two years asks you over on said two year anniversary yet to find him underneath some STI ridden slut, Well I'll tell you what I did
"You!" I scream shoving Melanie off him his extension still out, I lean forward slapping him once hard to the left then again to the right
"You cheating egotistical bastard, you STI ridden man whore!
I say slapping him again he groans without saying anything almost like he was accepting him, then I suddenly notice he's not wearing a condom and smirk while tears stream wildly down me face
"You, I hope you get pregnant to that filth and then it dies and then and only then you will know what true pain feels like" I rage at Melanie, and her face falls and I Turn to Bradley who was now standing up
"Cassia I'm so-" I interrupt him
"You invited me over did you want to get caught?" he shook his head
"I didn't invite you-" he stops looking up at Melanie
"You invited her?!" he said face shifting in rage and she smirks evilly once more, I look between the basically naked teenagers
"Fuck this! Fuck that! Fuck you and you! Fuck you all!" I scream leaving storming down the hall of his oh so familiar house, I hope in my car looking up at the house one last time to see Bradley in the doorway sheet wrapped around him frowning with Melanie wrapped in a see through white sheet hanging off him like a cheap hair extension, I drove home tears blurring my vision, I drive feeling my life shifting and changing before my eyes and I don't know if it's for the better or for worse.
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A/N: Not edited because: 1) I'm a lazy fart and 2) I still have only have half a clue about where punctuation goes. (Don't judge me i'm a special type of person.)
~Nothing_To_You
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20 (not so) Productive Ways To Fix A Broken Heart
Teen FictionWell what does one, say one should do when one walks in on their boyfriend for two years getting it on with the school slut, and contracting STI's. Flip their shit, I guess slapping him wasn't the best thing to do. Or getting him punched in the face...
