Nina
I hated Fabian. He was my everything, the only thing that could've possibly held me up if my Gran had died in those treacherous weeks. And he had scorned me, cheated on me when he knew I was in pain. He told me that he loved me. He told me that we'd be together forever and always. But, he didn't mean it.
Yet, I felt indebted to him. He helped me realize that even when things were tough, when everyone you love gives up on you, you just can't stop. I am stronger than some petty relationship, a romantic one albeit, but a fake one. He was ignorant, and dumb, and insensitive…the list went on and on. But, if I poured what I had bottled up, out into a nice glass and gave it to him, I'd finally be unburdened. So, I threw myself into writing a song and music for it.
Amber
"Oh, my god, that motherfucker slut of a person, Joy, sent you a breakup text!" I yelled. (Hey, I needed to make it Teen for some reason.) "Are you serious?" Fabian said disbelievingly. "Yes! Wait until I get my hands on that bitch. Oh, she'll wish she'd never been born. Her damn ass is going to die in a hellhole…" "AMBER! No need for that kind of language!" Fabian said. He sighed, and said in a calm voice, "I'm going to go talk to Nina. She'll understand, and this will be through with." He stood up, ready to carry out his doomed-to-fail plan.
Nina
"This one's for you, Fabian," I said as I finished my song. It was perfect. There was a knock on the door as soon as I closed my leather-bound songbook. I went up to the door, thinking it was Alfie or something doing a stupid prank.
"Wha-oh. It's you," I said as soon as I saw his deep brown eyes. I went back to my bed and started putting the songbook back into my secret box. Speak of the devil, I thought. "I wanted to talk to you," he started out. I sneered, and turned to him. "Oh? You want to tell me that you want me back, that it was all a stupid misunderstanding and that Joy was simply kissing you, and it happened that you somehow thought it was me and kissed back? Because I don't fall for that bullshit." "Well, it actually was a misunderstanding," Fabian started out, but I sighed and turned to him.
"Do you think I friggin' care anymore? Fabian, I've given you more than enough chances, and you've blown them to pieces. I will be strong, and I won't fall for it again," I said decisively. "But it's true!" He protested. I sighed. I hated lying, but to get him off my back, I would have to say it. "I don't love you anymore," I said.
Fabian
What? But…we were the it couple. The ones who everyone expected to get married. What happened to us? Nina changed. She became angry and reckless and didn't care about us anymore. Well, if that was the case, so be it. I don't want to love someone who was mean.
"Mr. Winkler, I want to sing a song," I said a week later. Mr. Winkler, surprised, said, "Well, okay, if you want to." I started up singing:
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing
I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
Guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know-oh-oh
But you didn't have cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing (oh)
I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
and that feels so rough
(oh)
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect you records
And then change your number (oh)
Guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Somebody that I used to know
Somebody (now your just somebody that I used to know)
Somebody (somebody) (now your just somebody that I used to know)
That I used to know
I used to know
That I used to know
I used to know
Somebody
By the time I was done, Nina was out of the room. Well, I don't care. At least, that's what I kept telling myself, but something ached inside of me when Nina was hurt. I just don't care, though. I can't care. Nina's outgrown me.
Nina
I was hurt. Fabian was right, I did cut him off, but he broke up with me. Still, I was in the position I was in at the start of the year. Joy was being mean to me, Fabian was with Joy, and I had absolutely nobody to rely on right then. I was even lying on the tile, like I was before.
"Hush, honey," Amber said sweetly while gently untangling my hair with a brush. I took a deep breath. I wasn't going to run away from my problems, I would deal with them. I sat up, and wiped away remaining tears. I am not going to show that I was crying. "Amber, let's go back," I said. Amber looked at me uncertainly. "Are you sure?" She asked. I nodded somewhat confidently, and she shrugged, put the brush away, and led me back into the classroom.
Joy
Ugh, how hard was it going to be to make Nina break down? The only time that happened was with a death of her family members, and I'm not a murderer. I mean, I had Fabian, all her friends, her popularity, her looks, and she still kept her head up! I mean, after Fabian's song was over, she walked in like she owned the place! She didn't even care that Fabian was mine!
Nina
After class was over, I went up to Mr. Winkler. "Mr. Winkler, I'd like to do something for the school to help my college application, and so, I want to put on a talent show." Mr. Winkler looked up, confused. "Nina, you have stage fright. Why on earth do you want to do this?" "Because, I want to get over it. Please? It would be a great way to get your students participating in things," I urged. Mr. Winkler nodded, and said, "Great idea. So be it. Hmm, I even know a man who works for a recording company. The winner could get a deal with him!"
Not my best chapter, but you'll see what I'm thinking in the next few ones.
~ChocoAwesomeness~