AN: Hello, phantom phandom! Months back, the song "Cop Car" by Keith Urban happened to play on the radio during one of the rare times that I decided to listen to the country station. I liked the song quite a lot, so I listened to it over and over, and it inspired me to come up with this idea based off of it. I think it's a rather cute scenario, if I do say so myself. Before you read, let it be known that anything bold in italics is meant to be a character's thoughts. That being said, let us begin with the prologue!

It was August thirtieth, and school was days away from starting up again. This however, was not about to be just any old school year. It was the year that Christine and the rest of her class had been waiting for, for their entire school careers. Their first true milestone, one of many that would lead them to the rest of their lives. This was it- senior year, the year to end all years. The year that she could be co-captain of the cheer squad, something she had worked hard since her freshman year to achieve, along with her best friend and adoptive sister, Meg. The year of the wildest house parties as the class of 2016 students shared their final months together as Franklin D. Roosevelt High Panthers; the epitome of awesomeness, really.

Then, there was the moment they were collectively waiting for- senior prom. There aren't many times in a person's life where they have the chance to feel like an A-lister, and prom is one of them. Rented stretch limos, gorgeous gowns, glamorous hair and makeup, fancy dinner reservations, partying like crazy, and pictures being snapped left and right like you're some kind of celebrity. For Christine, the best part would have been being Raoul De Chagney's date. They had been dating for seven months, and were crazy about each other. She imagined he would pick her up at six, tell her how beautiful she looked, and they'd slow dance the night away, just like in those corny coming-of-age teen flicks.

She should have been hyped and ready for her senior year, but instead, she lay curled up sobbing in her room, with her new school supplies scattered about her shaking form. She had been in the middle of organizing and packing them into her backpack so she could be all set come Monday morning, when she broke down in a fit of tears, and no longer felt like organizing anything. Why, you ask?

Two weeks earlier...

Christine sat in the living room of her boyfriend, Raoul's house, lounging on the couch as usual while he made popcorn in the kitchen. They had planned to have a Netflix and chill night, but as always, Raoul pushed for something else.

"We have the house all to ourselves until tomorrow morning, you know Chris?" he said casually.

As always, Christine refused. "Cool, that means we can binge watch the rest of the last American Horror Story season, then watch that new Japanese horror movie. I hear it's really disgusting and gory." she replied sweetly.

"Yup, that's exactly what I had in mind."

Christine just rolled her eyes at the sound of his disappointed sigh, accustomed to him constantly trying to persuade her for more. They had made out before of course, but he had begun trying to persuade her into less innocent things barely a month into their relationship, and had told her he loved her a few weeks prior to that. She explained that she was ready for neither thing, saying that she would need time, although that didn't stop him from dropping hints here and there, and continuing to use those four words that made her knees go weak. Although now, several months later and after having had the time to give it some thought, she seriously felt that she had fallen in love with Raoul, and had come to a conclusion.

"But..." she bit her lip, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "If you play your cards right..."

"Really? Wait...Are you saying...?" she could hear the excitement in his voice.

She felt butterflies in her stomach fluttering as she confirmed it with more confidence, "That's exactly what I'm saying."

"And you're sure you're ready?" he asked, momentarily stepping away from the microwave so he could see her face to face.

"Well...yeah. I mean...I've given it a lot of thought, and..." she giggled, half out of nervous anticipation for what she had just given the "OK" for, and the other half out of pure excitement. After so many months of careful consideration, she had finally decided she was ready to move things to the next level, and even return those four little words. "...and I've decided I'm more than ready."

"That's...awesome." he chuckled, unsure how to react in his own excitement. "Go ahead and call your mom. Let her know you'll be sleeping over then."

"Right..." she smiled, already unlocking her phone to shoot off a quick text.

The microwave beeped, signaling that the momentarily forgotten popcorn was done, and Raoul went to attend to it. Just as Christine was about to send Antoinette her text, Raoul's phone rang on the coffee table in front of her and lit up, showing the name "Carla G". Carla G? As in Carlotta Giudicelli, the Italian girl from school? Why would she be calling Raoul at ten o'clock at night? The call went to voicemail, and not long after his phone buzzed three times, each time with a text from Carlotta. All of a sudden, his phone began buzzing, this time with a FaceTime call, from none other than "Carla G". Normally Christine wasn't the overly jealous or paranoid type, but she couldn't help but become suspicious of the insane amount of times this girl was attempting to contact her boyfriend in the last two minutes. A girl that Raoul had never even so much as mentioned being friends with, and frankly, Christine didn't want him being friends with. Carlotta was known to be...loose with her affections, to put it eloquently, and though she liked to think Raoul only had eyes for her, it pained her to admit that she had caught him "checking her out" many times before. The things she had heard boys say, more specifically the stories did nothing to put her mind at ease either. In short, though she wouldn't say it, she absolutely did not trust Raoul with her. Maybe she was worried about nothing, though. Yes! that had to be it. But how could she shake the nagging feelings that were making her have second thoughts about sleeping over tonight? She could check his phone, but that's like...the an invasion of privacy, isn't it? She couldn't betray Raoul's trust that way, especially if he was completely innocent. No, she couldn't do that to him. She would never be able to forgive herself!

Just as she was trying to drive the thought of going through his phone out of her head,a buzz came from the phone, and again, it was a text message from Carla. Her will power went out the window, and she had to know in order to go through with tonight. But how? His phone lock was not the issue, as Meg had taught her an iphone hack a while ago that allowed her to bypass the lock screen. "Cool, huh?" she could remember her friend saying. Little did she know it would come in handy months later. The true issue lie with how to unlock his phone and read the messages when he was pretty much right behind her.

"Hey, babe," his voice snapped her out of the torrent of emotions and thoughts going through her mind as he came and set a bowl of popcorn on the table in front of her. "I'm just going upstairs to grab us some blankets and use the bathroom real quick."

"That's cool. I'll be right here." she tried her best not to let on that she was actually freaking out. Perfect. Oh, crap! This is almost some kind of sign!

Luckily, he noticed nothing out of the ordinary, and with a small kiss on her forehead, he jogged upstairs, blissfully unaware of Christine's mission. Alright, lets see if I can remember how to do this. Her hands shook as she snatched the phone off the table and tried to work as quickly as possible, as she didn't have much more than maybe five minutes to figure out all she needed to know. To her slight relief, she was able to get it unlocked on the first try. Now all she needed to do was hit the messages app, and found herself frozen. Come on, Christine. Just do it, rip it off like a band aid. With a heavy sigh, she hit the button, opened the conversation with Carla, and immediately wished she hadn't. It was all there, everything she had been afraid of, and more. The first things she saw were three pictures that left nothing to the imagination. She scrolled up to read the actual texts, and felt sick to her stomach as what she was seeing started to register.

Carla: Hey wat ru doin? U busy?

Carla: When U coming over? My parents are gone 2! Tell me when U finaly ditch herrr

Carla: U better come over tonite I canceled my plan wit Andre 4 u...

Carla: If U dont, heres wat ur missing...(three photos)

She sat, completely still, staring at the betrayal playing out in front of her eyes and feeling a wave of anger as the three dots signaling that Carla was typing appeared under the last disgusting photo she had sent. How could he look her in the face and say he loved her when he was all over this...this...skank?! Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes that she irritably whisked away, and then her tear dampened fingers were almost moving on their own, typing out a short, simple message that read:

"Hey, Carlotta. This is Christine, Raoul's EX girlfriend. You can go right ahead and have him alllll to yourself. Wouldn't want to catch an STD from your sloppy seconds."

She then proceeded to take screen shots of everything and quickly sent them to herself as proof of what was happening. Carla's current boyfriend, Andre, would just love to hear about this. Christine still had his phone number from when they had been humanities project partners, and decided she would definitely forward it all to him later, but not to spite the tramp. She believed Andre was a decent guy who deserved better, and would not let Carlotta make a fool of him as Raoul had done to her any longer.

Christine then placed the phone back down on the glass table in front of her, having done and found out all she needed to, stood up, and quietly slipped out the front door, trying to keep from sobbing out loud until she was a safe distance away. She could not face him; the rage she had felt minutes ago had turned to heart broken shock and embarrassment as the full weight of what had just happened hit her, and she ran down the small brick path through his front yard, away from his house and down the street. Sob after shuddering sob overtook her, as she realized what she had done. She had just lost Raoul, her first love, though he wouldn't know it until he came back down stairs to find her gone, which would be any minute now. She hoped he wouldn't try to call, though knowing him, he most definitely would. Maybe she should have deleted her number from his contacts too, but the last thing wanted was him showing up at her house to talk things out. So, she whipped out her phone and, struggling to see because of how hard she was crying, found Raoul in her contacts, and swiftly blocked him before phoning her mother to come and pick her up from this random street corner where she was having what felt to her like a mental breakdown. She didn't really pay attention to where or how far she'd ran, so she searched for a street sign as the phone rang, and breathed a sigh of minor relief upon catching sight of the street signs. Raoul lived in a part of the city that she wasn't too familiar with, and these upscale suburban neighborhoods all looked the same to her; nevertheless, she recognized approximately where she was, about seven or eight blocks away from his house. She hoped that would be far enough away so that even if he did go searching for her, he'd give up.

"Hello? Christine?" she heard Antoinette, her mother's voice answer, and she sat down right there on the side walk, crying even harder and wishing she was there right that second to hold her. There wasn't another soul on that street, not even a car. The only things there to bear witness to her pitiful display were the street lamps, so she didn't care how utterly insane she must have looked. "Christine, what's going on?! Are you alright? Answer me, sweet heart! Where are you?"

"I'm..."She sniffed, salty tears running into her mouth and down her neck, soaking the front of the thin cotton shirt she was wearing. "I'm sitting on the side walk...on the corner of twenty-fifth...a-and...California...c-can you please come and get me? Please..."

"What's happened? Are you hurt?" she pressed, a note of hysteria in her voice. "Where is Raoul?"

"No, I'm not hurt...just please...Raoul and I...I don't wanna talk about it..." she pleaded.

"Alright, I'm running out the door now, sweetie. You wait right there, and don't you move. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."and with that, she hung up on her, and Christine let her aching head rest against her knees.

Normally she would have been thankful that there was no one around so that she could gather her thoughts and possibly make sense of it all, but the more she thought of it, the more confused she became, and the more her heart ached at the mere thought of explaining this all to Meg. She could have passed out from the hurricane of too strong emotions hitting her all at once. All she could do was go from sobbing uncontrollably, to trying to pull herself together so she could coherently explain what happened when her mother got there, though she knew it would be impossible.

So that, dear readers, is the prologue, and it was oh so full of teenage angst, but be not mistaken-there will be lots of humor/romance to come. What do you think? Please review and let me know!