New story… I'm gonna delete the other one. I don't like it anymore. But anyway, here's my new story.
He thought she loved him, but as he watched her kiss the boy besides her, he wasn't so sure anymore. He still loved her though and hoped that this was just all a nightmare.
But, he was wrong.
3 months later
"Hey babe," her bright smile was too wide, too fake, but he ignored it and gave her a warm hug. The hug was awkward as the kiss he had seen still burned in the back of his mind. She quickly pushed him away and straightened her clothes and fixed her smudged lip gloss. "So, I was thinking we could go shopping for prom today. You know how much I want to win prom queen, don't you?"
"Prom is in 4 months. It's kinda early to go shopping. Maybe after practice, but I have lots of homework today, so we can't take too long." He responded. The girl frowned, but quickly fixed her expression when she realized what she was doing. After all, frowns caused wrinkle lines.
"Come on, babe. Pretty please? Because you know, I'm like your totally hot girlfriend," she grinned as she admired her freshly painted nails. "Like them? I just painted them in biology, but then that bitch in front of me started complaining about the smell. Like just deal with it. God." She held up her hand with pride, obviously loving the outcome.
"Uh, sure. The nails are great. And I'm sure the girl didn't mean to be rude." He responded, annoyed that she had wasted another class doing her stupid nails, even though she was getting them done professionally right after school. "If your grades drop any lower then they are now, my dad won't let me date you." It was odd for him, his dad being the principal and all. His dad hated that he had chosen her instead of all the other girls, with 5.0 GPAs and guaranteed spots at top colleges. His dad had wanted him to chose this girl who had been admitted into UCLA, his dream school. The girl was cute though, but nothing compared to his current girlfriend. "And about the mall, 2 hours tops, 'kay?"
"Fine," she pouted, trying to make him extend the time. "Pick me up?" He could feel the desperation dripping off of her. Why was this so important? In his peripheral vision, he saw a girl walking out of the biology classroom, talking to her friends, the girl his father wanted. Her mid-length, dark hair, done up in a ponytail, swayed gently as she walked to the lunch line and waved to her friends. "Hello? Ash? What are you looking at? Are you gonna answer my question?"
He turned back to her, with a barely detectable dreamy look on his face. His cheeks turned red and he casually leaned against the locker. A perfect view. The girl had reached the middle of the line now and was impatiently drumming her fingers against the railing. "What was the question again?"
"Were you listening to me at all? I asked if you were gonna pick me up." She was getting annoying at him focusing on someone else, most likely another girl.
"Yeah, sure. 5?" He questioned, his girlfriend might be annoying and stupid, but she was really hot. She nodded, then strutted off to the bathroom to change into her afternoon outfit. He moved away from his locker and towards the lunch line. As he got closer, people began to part, giving him space to reach his desired spot in line, at the very front. The pros of dating the hottest girl in school. As he reached the front, he realized who was in front of him. The girl he had seen earlier.