Hey everyone! I know I'm a disaster for starting new stories and never actually getting round to finishing them but I promise I actually have this one plotted out from start to finish.It's very loosely inspired by the Taylor Swift song - Is It Over Now? I know, I know! Beck and Jade would never. But the lyrics are so bade-coded I couldn't help it! Anyway, as always, any feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reading!
It had been seven weeks since their three-year-long relationship had come to an end. She knew he was sleeping with other girls - it wasn't like he was trying to hide it.
Her stomach turned every time he pulled into the Hollywood Arts parking lot with yet another blue-eyed, brown-haired girl. And their friends would look over at her with concern or sympathy and she would pretend not to notice or care.
But it wasn't a surprise that her ex-boyfriend was inundated with propositions from pretty girls. Beck Oliver wasn't exactly difficult to look at.
The heartbreak hit her harder than she thought it would and she hated herself for it. For letting him have that power over her in the first place.
She missed everything about him. His face, his body, the feeling of his fingertips as they caressed her cheeks when they kissed. But mostly, she missed talking to him, hearing about his day, talking shit about their friends when they were acting like idiots.
His depression meant he sometimes struggled to feel things fully. They often joked that she felt things too much and he never felt things enough. She wondered how he was doing. She wondered if maybe he was actually doing better without her. She fell asleep each night overwhelmed by it all.
Cat and Tori had both tried to make her talk to them about it. They were convinced she hadn't fully processed the breakup and that she needed to be more visibly sad. But it physically hurt her to talk about him and watch him give himself to these other girls as though what they'd had between them for the last three years meant nothing. He was her first and she was his and a part of her had believed they would be each others only person forever. How could she begin to explain that to her friends? So she told them she didn't give a shit about him or any of the girls he fucked.