Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing. So don't sue. Thanks. )
A/N: The idea of this fic is based loosely on the song Picture to Burn by Taylor Swift, which she owns, not me. And when I say loosely, I mean barely. I was listening to the song, got one idea which ended up developing into this which doesn't really follow the lyrics, which is why I cut out most of the lyrics. Well hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review! )
PS... This is my first time writing something in first person POV, so I hope it turned out alright.
Chapter 1: Watch Me Strike a Match
To state the obvious, I didn't get my perfect fantasy
I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me...
"Get the fuck out of my room!" I screamed at my stupid boyfriend. When he made no move to leave, I picked up the nearest thing (which happened to be a picture of us) and threw it at his head.
"You crazy bitch!" He yelled, ducking the picture frame which hit the wall behind his head and crashed to the floor. Damn him and his quick reflexes. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" His blue eyes were blazing.
"Shut the fuck up, Reid!" Why wouldn't he just leave? How much do I have to scream and how many things do I have to throw at him before he will just go? "Get out now!"
"I can't believe all of this because you're fucking jealous!" My arm paused in mid-air, about to throw one of my school shoes at him.
"WHAT?" Was he being serious?
"That's what this is all about, Hannah. You saw me talking to Carla D'Angelo right?"
"More like I saw you making out with Carla D'Angelo!"
"Ouch! Stop throwing shit!" I smirked, a habit I had picked up from being around him so much. I had hit him in the shoulder with my shoe. Good. "I wasn't fucking making out with her, you're fucking nuts!"
"Oh? Then what happened? You guys were talking and then you slipped and you're tongue accidentally landed in her fucking mouth?!" He went to say something, but I cut him off quickly, I wasn't interested in anything he had to say. "Save it, Reid! We're done! I've put up with enough of your bullshit, more then I ever should have!"
"Oh, cause you are just oh-so-innocent in this fucking scenario, aren'tcha sweet pea?" Ugh, he always called me some stupid pet name when we were fighting. He knows how much I hate that.
"I'm not the one cheating on my girlfriend here, buddy." I challenged.
"Yeah, right. I saw you and Abbott this morning!" I froze. Shit. "Exactly."
"Stop Reid." I wasn't yelling anymore. "Just...go." I sighed and hung my head in defeat. "This isn't working, we can't...we can't do this to each other anymore." He looked like he was about to protest. "It's over."
It had been four hours since I had broken up with Reid. It was the longest we had been broken up in over seven months. It was also the longest four hours of my life.
Reid and I, we had the worst possible relationship any couple could possibly have. See, Reid's not exactly the 'relationship' type. Honestly, I don't even know why he had asked me to be his girlfriend to begin with. He's your typical seventeen year old male; all he thinks about is sex, food, his truck, sex, his friends, swimming, and sex. I think he expected that if he had asked me out, I would gladly let him in my pants, and I had a feeling that was the only reason he wanted to date me to begin with. But I made it clear to him from the beginning that it wouldn't be happening until I was ready, not when he wanted me to be.
Reid is a bit of a sex fiend, and a couple of months into our relationship he had started cheating on me. Whatever, I guess his hand just wasn't enough anymore. But instead of crying about it and breaking up with him, I decided it would be better just to spite him. So I went out and found the one person in this world that Reid truly hated, Aaron Abbott. I made out with him behind Nicky's a few night's later, knowing that Reid would know within an hour. And soon it became like a routine for us. Reid would sleep with some skank from school, and after I found out, I'd make out with Aaron in public to make sure he would end up finding out about it. It never went farther with Aaron then kissing though, I mean if I wasn't gonna have sex with my boyfriend, why would I with him? And honestly, if Reid had just been patient and kept it in his pants, it probably wouldn't have been much longer that I would have held out on him, but I wasn't about to give him what he wanted when he was cheating on me. No fucking way.
Then, every once in a while, we'd call each other out on our loyalty, and it would end up being this huge fight where hurtful insults were thrown around along with heavy objects. Normally, it would end with one of us storming out on the other. Other times, we would attract the attention of others, nine out of ten times Reid's best friend, Tyler Simms, and he would come in and separate us. An hour later, after we had cooled down a bit, we'd find each other and make up and 'forget about it'.
But this time, I don't know. I guess I just realized how much of a toll this relationship was taking on me emotionally. It wasn't right and it wasn't fair...to either of us and one of us had to make the final move. And I decided that I was gonna do it now, before we ended up totally hating each other after it was all over.
Later that night, I had driven to the Dells and started my own small, little bon fire. I sat in the sand in front of it, a shoe box next to me filled with pictures, letters, birthday and anniversary cards, and other stuff I had collected over the last seven months. I pulled something from the box, without bothering to look. It ended up being the card Reid had given me on Valentine's day. I threw it into the fire. The next thing that came from the box was the picture that had been in the frame I had thrown at him earlier. I looked at the faces smiling back happily at me. We were looking up at the camera, Reid had his arm tightly around my neck and was wearing that stupid smile that made me weak in the knees. God, he was so beautiful.
"So Reid wasn't lying when he said you guys were really done." I looked up to see Tyler Simms staring down at me. I nodded, looking at the picture one more time before tossing it into the fire. He sat down next to me, the shoe box between us.
"What's up, Ty?" I asked tossing a few more pictures into the fire and watching them shrivel and burn.
"I just wanted to see if you were okay." This is why I loved Tyler, I had broken up with his best friend and he wanted to see if I was okay.
I pulled my jacket tighter around my body. "I'm fine." Tyler and I had been friends since we had been assigned to be lab partners in AP Bio Junior year. After a few months of talking in class, we had ended up meeting up at Nicky's one night. That's when I was formerly introduced to the other three Sons of Ipswich, Reid included. To be perfectly honest, I had been crushing on Tyler up until that night. Then Reid came into the picture, turned on the charm and had me, hook, line, and sinker. Sometimes I wish I had just tried to see where things would have gone with me and Tyler. I mean honestly, I doubt I wouldn't have even went through half the shit I went through with Reid. But at the same time, things happen for a reason right? And I think we were just meant to be really good friends.
"How'd you even know I was here?" I suddenly asked. He shrugged.
"I didn't, I was driving past and saw your car parked up by the road." Of course he would have, it was a one of the main roads that went through Ipswich. "I just wanted to make sure everything was alright." I mustered up the best smile I could give him.
"Thanks, but..."
"You just wanna be alone right now?" He finished for me. I nodded. "I understand, you're not gonna be that much longer though, right?"
I shook my head. "No, half an hour at the most probably."
"Alright, then I'll head back to the dorms." He got up and put a hand on my shoulder, causing me to look up at him. "Just text me when you get back, it's pretty late and this isn't exactly the safest part of town." I just nodded.
"Thanks Ty, I'll talk to you later." I watched him head back towards the road and turned back towards the fire. I looked from the fire to the shoe box before grabbing it and tossing the whole thing in. I sat there and watched as the good memories of Reid smoldered in the fire. I sighed. Why couldn't I have something from the bad ones in there instead?
Burn, burn, burn, baby, burn
You're just another picture to burn
Baby, burn...