"Oli, why did you do this? How could you?"
"Bella, I'm sorry"
"Don't even call me that. Call me by my full name. Christabella. You have no right to call me by your pet names anymore. Oli what is wrong with you? We were perfect for each other. We were supposed to be perfect for each other!"
"Were?"
"YES. Were. Do you seriously expect me to forgive you after what you did to me?"
"It was only one time. Bella, please for give me."
"No Oliver. There is no coming back from this. I thought you had changed"
"I have! Because of you! YOU made me better Bella. It was all you. I love you"
"I'm not falling for your bullshit anymore"
"Bella, please, I'm begging you"
"We're over Oli"
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I'm Christabella Woods and that was the last time I spoke to Oliver. Oliver Knight.
We basically had that argument in front of the whole school. Even that slut he decided to cheat on me with. She was supposed to be a good girl. I shouldn't have second guessed myself.
What was I thinking?!
Oli is perfect with his silky soft blonde hair, his eyes as blue as the daytime sky, and his perfect height of 6'0. He's the captain of not only on varsity baseball, but also the captain of varsity basketball. He's only a sophomore! Oli's your typical whit guy but he's half white and half Spaniard. What attracted me the most to him was that he speaks three languages and uses then to his advantage all of the time. I thought it was really cute and he was s humble about it. He knows English, Spanish, and sign language. Only two of which I know.
So many kids hate him but act like they are friends so that they can stay on his good side...He's so cute and smart. He's in almost all honors, tutors kids, and volunteers in his free time.
Who was I to think that he would actually like me?
I'm nobody compared to him.
I mean, I'm in student council but everyone only voted for me to be their VP because they didn't want it to be Henry. He is one of those weird kids... I'm also in band. I play the trumpet and am section leader because I'm the best. I don't think I am. Out of all 6 of us in our section, I believed anyone should've gotten it.
There was this one kid named Jackson who played mellophone. He was also a section leader and he definitely deserved it. Jackson was my best friend before I met Oli. We grew up together and thought we would get married someday. Jackson was really cute. He was 100% Nigerian and had the most piercing bright blue eyes I had ever seen. But, Oli was better looking. They both had two things in common. Their height and their BEAUTIFUL jaw lines. I've always been attracted to the cute tall guys with perfect jaw lines. I guess that's my type.
But me. Oli chose me.
But then he decided to let me go.
Last week this rumor started to spread the night after a party I decided not to go to. I was surprisingly invited, probably only because of Oli. But this party wasn't going to be like any other. This was one of Kyle Kollins' parties. She was most known to throw the best parties, her style, perfect looks, and of course, being co-captain of the cheer squad. And yes, she's a sophomore like Oli and I. She always planned her best parties right when school was ending and we only have a month left until we are considered upperclassmen. She invited almost everyone and I told Oli I didn't want to go and that he should have a fun time.
He agreed politely, gave me a kiss, and said he would stop by my house before he goes home after the party. I knew that the arty ended @2am and that Oli would be around near 3. So, I waited, but, he never came.
The next Monday of school, a picture started floating around with Kylie Kollins next to a guy... In bed. I didn't think much of it because I tried to stay out if drama. But I was confused on why anyone would go for a red haired devil like Kylie. As Oli and I walked down the halls holding hands, everyone stared and girls kept coming up to me saying "I'm so sorry". I didn't understand, so I asked my friend Bree. I called her that... short for Aubree. She was really pretty. But she's a goodie goodie. i bet she could get any guy but her parents tell her she's not allowed to date. She's too afraid to disappoint them so she listens to them and never gets in trouble. She has perfect shoulder length wavy black hair, hazel eyes, and the prettiest freckles. She had gone to the party so I figured I would ask her what interesting things happened. But, I couldn't find her at all that Monday. I texted and called her. Then, I bumped into her.
"Hey! I've been looking for you"
"Oh... you have"
"Yeah. Hey, I have a question...."
"What's up?
"Everyone is giving me these weird looks... Did something interesting happen at the party?"
"Bella, I don't know how else to say this... But, that picture floating around is of Kylie..."
"Yeah I know! Who cares! I just feel bad for the guy."
"Bella..... That guy in the picture... Is Oli"
"What? Kylie knows he has a girlfriend."
"Apparently he asked her to meet him upstairs. I saw them come down smiling but I didn't think much of it. They were both drinking and I thought they were with the other people but apparently they went into her parents room, locked the door, and didn't come out for a while... Bella I'm SO SORRY"
That's when I ran to the bathroom and cried my eyes out. I asked my college brother, Tristan, to come pick me up. It was the end of lunch and he came. We got in the car and asked what was wrong and if I was okay. I told him I was fine, and just not feeling well. I've always been a good liar, so he believed me. Many things were racing through my head on that ride home...
That "proud innocent christian girl" thing was just an act. That bitch Kylie Kollins can get anyone she wants. It's ridiculous. I should've known that this would happen. I'm so oblivious for not even realising that Oli didn't like me.
Oli came to my house after I had skipped school the next day, after I heard the news of him cheating on me. He came to my house on Tuesday night after school and basketball practice.
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