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Corridor
This couldn't be happening. This could not be happening. Why did he have to try and do this? Why did he have to be a bastard in the first place? And if he was going to be (which he was), could he have just left it at that, and realised that I loathed him after that?
Why did he have to fucking come back for more? Did he not realise that after finding out how much of an ass he was, I no longer wanted him? Could he not just give up?
Gee, I ask a lot of questions.
Well, Chad Dylan Cooper, you are not going to corner me. You aren't going to fucking corner me in this empty corridor. I'm not going to let you, because you broke my heart. I'm not going to let you back into my life again just because you corner me in a corridor.
He infuriated me. He was so full of himself that he thought any girl would want to be with him. Well, not me. I've been there once I'm not going back.
Now that I know how much of a heart breaker he is.
Shit. I really knew him too well. God knows why I didn't run. That was why my back was being slammed against the wall. I couldn't even get away because he had trapped me. My only hope now was that someone would find us. And I hoped to god it was Tawni, because no one else knew what happened.
No one else knew how he lied to me.
No one else knew how he had fucking cheated on me.
"Please Ali, forgive me." Oh he was playing that card was he? He was using his damn nick name for me which only he called me. He was using the nick name I had only ever let him call me. Bastard.
I gave him my cold, hard gaze. He wasn't getting round me. No way in hell.
"Please baby, you know I didn't mean to do it." Yeah, and my name's Hecate.
"That's why you had your tongue down her throat then? And I'm not your baby any more Chad, you gave up all rights to calling me that when I found you dry humping that slut. So don't you even bother begging for forgiveness, because you aren't going to get it from me." I could feel my blood boiling.
That was when he - if he hadn't already - crossed the line. He damn well kissed me. Or at least he tried to. It must have been hard for him to kiss me when I was kneeing him in the groin. I pushed him off me.
He gave me his fucking pout, begging me to take him back.
That was when I slapped him.
The most liberating thing I've done in my existence.
AN: So, dude please R&R. And this idea came to me whilst talking to my friend Amber about the bastard, whom I've written about. If you know my fics, you'll know what I'm talking about, except he didn't cheat on me. He never went out with me.
