Wrong
She walked with the small pink, sealed envelope in her hand. She could feel her heart beating fast, her breath speeding up with every step she took closer to seeing him. Gosh, who was she? She had always told herself she wasn't like this, wouldn't let someone this close to her, and look at her now.
There was no mistaking it- Gwen was very much in puppy love. She didn't know what to make of it, all she knew was that it filled her heart with bubbles and made her want to dance and everything about Trent was just great, everything about their first kiss was just great, everything was just so perfect, so perfect, so-
That was when she saw it. Heathers barbaric lips all over his, catching his in hers, pulling him closer, closer, closer, her lips all over his, all over his, ALL OVER-
She pulled away from Duncan, looking up at him wide eyed and out of breath. "What's wrong?" He asked her.
Gwen gave him a weak, false smile. "Nothing."
Everything.
A/N: Feel that guilt. Yeah. It hurts, doesn't it?
LOL. I had too much fun writing this than I should have. :D
Thanks for reading!