Don't you just hate it when you think your life is going perfectly, and you have everything you want, then your world is just flipped upside down and you were wrong about everything?
Welcome to my world.
I never doubted that the relationship with my boyfriend, Pat Koepfer, was perfect. In fact, I knew everything was just fine. I mean sure we had our fights and disagreements, but doesn't every couple? We had dated for four months, only taking two breaks. We had so many fun memories and inside jokes and late night conversations. Things were great after our second break. He followed through with everything. He kept every promise, and I had no reason to suspect anything, even in the slightest.
We had plans to hang out after school on our last day of my freshman year. Until my friends who had all been at Nick's house told me he had showed up for a while and was flirting with Berlyn, one of my good friends who was dating DJ for 10 months and counting. I talked to Nick, Berlyn, Tyler, and my best friend Megan. They had all of the same things to say. He was calling her "baby," sitting very close to her, and touching her leg while she was wearing a skirt. I called him to talk to him about it, and he full on yelled at me, saying I was being too fucking paranoid for my own good.
He called me back a half hour later and dumped me. I never even saw it coming.
My dad ended up taking me out to lunch, then I had him drop me off at Nick's place. At this point I didn't give a shit about Pat. They were all my friends too and I wanted to be with them. If he didn't like it he could leave.
I found out later that day that Pat had cheated on me two weeks before with two Anthony Wayne whores at one of his brother's baseball games. He had made out with both of them. I haven't cried that hard in a very long time.
That day was so much more different than anyone had anticipated, myself more than anyone. Pat and I were planning on having sex that day. I've thanked god every day after the breakup that we never did for a long time after that, and I had regreted doing as much as we did together.
I definitely didn't keep it a secret that he was a liar and a cheat. Everyone who asked I told. I tried another relationship soon after, but I got to thinking… it was summer. Why be tied down by a guy I hardly knew when I could have all the fun I wanted with any guy I wanted? That was the first summer I realized I could break so many rules without getting caught.
That was when I was fifteen. Now I'm sixteen, and my sophomore year just ended. I'm definitely not who I was a year ago. I have long since dyed the underneath of my flaming red hair black. I own more skinny jeans and mini jean skirts than I can wear in a month. I wear eyeliner, mascara, and coverup. I listen to screamo and hardcore rock. Its who I am. This is my story. Did I mention my name's Ginny Weasley?
