Before I fall to pieces
And before I break apart
I just need to know this one thing...
Why did you break my heart?
She had thought she was so lucky. She had spent so many hours of her life, hours she could never get back, staring at him... Wasted hours.
She had always thought of herself as the school freak: the girl who was able to befriend only guys, never girls; the girl who sucked at singing, drawing, writing, sewing, and cooking; the girl who was always picked to be on the guys' teams in P.E.; the girl who always sat at the back of the classroom; the girl who sat in the boys' side of the cafeteria; the girl who danced with lots of guys at Senior Prom, but left alone...
Until she met him, that is. He was the most popular guy in school - tied only to his girlfriend - and excelled at everything; sports, arts, you name it, he rocked at it. He was like her polar opposite; and opposites attract, right?He had spent so much time with her... Made her actually believe he loved her. When he smiled at her, she was putty in his hands. Grinning at him, blushing at him, swooning whenever she thought about him.
Some of her friends warned her against him; but they were ridiculous. He was the peanut to her butter, the key to her board, the dandy to her lion... He made her think she was more than just the girl all the girls hated, the girl all the guys thought of as, 'one of the guys'... He made her believe she was just herself, a unique person, free to be whoever she wanted to be... Made her believe he loved her.
It all worked. But then she saw them. Together. After he sworethey had broken up.
He was holding his supposedly ex-girlfriend close to him, lips moving against hers... Her hands tangled in his hair, the hair she alone touched... And he pulled away, and grinned at her. That grin. The grin that she believed was reserved for her, and only her.
She did the only thing she could; the only thing any girl in her position would do. She cried. But not before screaming at him. She called him things she had never thought she knew about, said words she couldn't remember learning. But that didn't matter. Only one thing did:
He cheated on her.
She confronted some of her friends who hung in hiscircles; apparently, it was a joke. The whole damn thing was a joke, a bet to see how long, how far he could go with her before she found out.
And it hurt.
