Paige's POV

I can't believe want I am witnessing right now; Emily MY girlfriend is kissing Nate St. Germain the cousin of her ex-girlfriend Maya St. germain.

Nate the thought of his name makes my body shake with rage and I had to fight the urge to go over there and rip his throat out.

The highly disturbing but appealing thought makes me force my body to turn away from the nauseating and heartbreaking scene. My shaking legs turn from walking to a full out sprint.

After running for about ten minutes I realize I am outside my house which as usual shows no sign of life, and for once in my life I am grateful for my parents busy schedule.

After walking up the steps to get to my front door I take note of the crumpled bag in my hand which makes tears spring to my eyes once I realize it's the food I had bought for mine and Emily's date night.

The thought of Emily makes my chest hurt and the tears I was desperately try to hold back leak down my face.

I've always known I was never good enough for Emily, and in the short time we have been dating I have always questioned why, why she picked me when she could have anyone she wanted.

Maybe she finally realized that I'm not worthy of her and instead of telling me to my face she had kissed Nate outside her house in hope I would catch her.

I immediately feel bad about thinking she would do such a thing; Emily is the sweetest person I know and would never hurt anyone like that

But why then, why would Emily do this? The idea of going back there to see her and ask why terrifies me, although I am unsure which terrifies me more the the thought of seeing her face and not breaking down, or the answer to why she would do this.

Especially tonight on our date night, our date night which Emily had asked me to come to, and was still expecting me to come to but unknown to her I was not going to be there.

I should at least let her know I was not coming or she would be worried about me, at least I hope she would.

After a long internal debate I finally decided on calling her, maybe hearing her voice would be less painful than looking into her eyes.

Taking my phone out of my jacket pocket I scroll through my contacts until I find her name, after standing there for a few tense moments with my finger hovering over the call button I come to the conclusion I am unable to actually press it.

Decided on not being a total coward I decide to send her a text message.

As my shaking fingers move over the keypad I vaguely register me typing I couldn't make it due to feeling sick, which isn't a total lie as I do feel sick, sick to my stomach.

Hitting the send button and without waiting for a reply I turn my phone off and place it on my bedside table.

Walking to my wardrobe I take off my shoes, jeans and jacket but leave on my t shirt and slip on some sweatpants. Making my way to my bed I know I probably wouldn't fall asleep but I suddenly feel exhausted.

Laying down on my bed I stare at the ceiling before I feel tears well up in my eyes, too tired to stop them from falling I let myself cry, cry for thinking Emily would want someone like me, cry for the breakup I am sure will happen.

Finally after what seems like hours I fall in to a restless sleep.

So I know the first chapter is kind off small but I just wanted to know if anyone would be interested in me continuing this and if so I promise the chapters will become longer