1 Ch 1: Break ups. (Part 1)

Aiyanna's POV:-

So my boyfriend broke up with me.

What a way to begin the day.

-Flashback-

I was walking past the janitors closet when I heard some weird noises. I placed my ear on the door to hear more clearly.

And I heard moans. Ew. I backed away staring at the door in disgust.

But I saw the door was open should I scare the shit out of them? No what if they're getting it on? But I won't get this opportunity for a life time.

I opened the door with a loud bang a and I heard girlish scream. Coming from none other than my Bestfriend.

My eyes widened as I stared at my boyfriend and Bestfriend. Both of their hair were a tangled mess and my boyfriend had lipstick all over his face.

My right eye twitched at the sight. These f**ckers. "We can explain." My bestfriend, no my ex bestfriend said looking terrified.

Good she should be terrified of me. "Look I'm not interested in you anymore.....so I'm breaking up with you." My lovely ex boyfriend said.

"No Richard you can't do that! It's rude." I said while faking a shaky voice as I stepped closer to him. He looked obviously proud as a smirk grew on his face. He always had an ego.

"How can you breakup with me? Do I mean nothing to you?" I said bringing some tears in my eyes. Those acting classes are really handy in these situations.

His smirk grew wider and he started laughing an egoistical laugh. Idiot. "Oh my. Did I break the perfect girl?" He said smirking widely.

"I don't know did you?" I smirked and I kneed him where the sun won't shine anymore. "Owh." He said as he bent down in pain. I smiled as I slapped his back "You can't break me even if I let you."

My eyes shifted to my next target. "Hi Bestfriend!!" I said in a cheery voice and she instantly took her bag and scurried away.

I snorted. I patted Richard's head and got out of the room.

-End of flashback.-

Even though I acted like it didnt matter. But it really hurt tho. I've known that bitch since fifth grade and yet she chose some guy who gave her attention just for her body.

I did get attached to him, sometimes he acted like the perfect boyfriend. We cuddled and stuff. But other times he was a complete player.

But that doesn't mean I'll cry over him. For me crying is weak. And especially I wasn't going to cry over guy who is going to find a new girl everyday.

"Can you walk fast?" A deep voice snapped behind me. I turned around and glared at Jason. "No I can't." I said as I started walking even more slowly just to annoy him.

A frustrated growl left his moth as he glared at me. "What is your problem?"

"You." I said and crossed my arms.

He rolled his eyes and leaned on the locker next to him. "By the way I heard your boyfriend cheated on you." He smirked.

I scowled. Damn its been what? Like an hour? And the word is out already. "Its none of your business." I snapped in a curt tone.

"Why? I thought you liked being the talk of the school." He said as he stood up to his full height. His hazel eyes staring back at my green one's.

"I don't." I was getting agitated with every word he spoke. Me and him always had strong dislike towards each other.

We were always the polar opposites. I couldn't even stay in the same room as him without feeling annoyed.

He was famous for his open mouth smirks, whenever he did one of those, in class half of the girls would sigh and look at him with heart eyes.He was good looking I'm going to give him that. But I hated his carefree attitude.

'No you're just jealous because you can't be as care free as him. You will always care about your reputation of being the perfect girl'. I shook away my thoughts now is not the time for this.

"Really?" He scoffed. "Anyways I'm not going to believe you, because you are not what you show in front of people." He said smirking a little.

Another thing I hated about him. How he was a always right. He was the silent kid he wasn't friends with anyone.

If he wanted he could make one easily but he didn't want to be included in the popular circle.

I opened my mouth to protest but nothing came out because what he said was true. I slowly shut my mouth feeling embarrassed. He chuckled to mock me as he headed away from me.

I have this title of being the 'perfect girl' of the school. Because I was good at everything.

And I also had the looks I had green eyes, auburn hair with an Indian touch to my face, considering my mom is from India. I was always referred to as a role model.

I was always bouncing on people's expectations of me to keep up my image. But it was so f-ing annoying. It drained the energy out of me.

Just because I'm good at something doesn't mean I'm perfect. I have my quriks. Sometimes I think people like me just because of my perfect image.

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