Page 17 of For the Fans
I think she’s still here, at school. She’s on the Graduation Committee, and they’ve been meeting pretty much every day after school since graduation is only a couple of weeks away.Nodding to the guys, I stuff down the impending doom of how she’s going to take this and storm out of the locker room.
Outside of the cafeteria, where they usually have the Grad Committee meetings, I pace for a few jittery seconds, before taking a deep breath and pushing through the doors. I spot the group of them, sitting at a table, chatting. But I notice right away that Becca isn’t there.
A few of the kids look up as I approach, and I give them a polite smile. “Hey, guys.”
“Kyran… Hi,” Julie chirps, shooting me this sort of wide-eyed look that has my brows zipping together for a moment.
“Is Bec here?” I look around.
“Uh… no.” She peeks at Josh by her side. “She went to get her charger.”
“Her charger…” I repeat, eyeing them and wondering why they’re acting so shifty.
“With Ash,” Josh says, and Julie elbows him.
“With Ash?” I narrow my gaze.
They’re both just staring at me, nodding. A pit is forming in my stomach, but I ignore it, muttering, “Thanks,” while I spin and stomp away, back toward the doors.
“I’m sure she’ll be right back!” Julie shouts after me, but I’m not listening.
I’m going to find my girlfriend. Right now.
Stalking the halls, I’m tense. The charger story is obviously bullshit, because the halls are empty and she’s not at her locker. I check every room, frantically searching while my mind spins and spins, until finally, I hear voices coming from the music room.
Peeking through the small window in the door, I spot Becca, and Ash. They’re just talking, and my shoulders drop, a relived chuckle puffing as I shake my head. I can’t believe I just started panicking over nothing.
Nope… Not nothing.
Ash leans in, smiling while pressing a slow kiss on my girlfriend’s lips. Her hand runs up onto his jaw, fingers threading in his shaggy black hair as she kisses him back. Like shewantsit.
She’s not pushing him away… They’re just standing there, out in the fucking open, making out like she doesn’t have a care in the world or a goddamnboyfriendwho’s looking for her so he can break her heart.
My jaw strains as I reach for the door handle, ready to whip it open and storm inside to kick that loser prick’s ass.
But I pause. And my hand falls by my side.
“Fuck it…” I mutter to myself, turning away.
Of course I’m pissed that my girlfriend of almost two years is making out with another dude. But I guess in a way she’s doing me a favor.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I type a quick text to Bec.
Me: We’re over.
And that’s it. It’s done.
If she doesn’t have the respect to talk to me first before just hooking up with another guy, then I sure as fuck don’t respect her enough to end it face to face.
Still, I’m sort of fuming as I head outside to my car.
Really, Bec? Ash Holloway??
He’ssonot her typeat all. He plays guitar, wears ripped jeans and paints his nails black.Dumbass emo nerd.He reminds me of…
My fingers curl into a fist at my side.Goddamnit.
I drive the ten minutes home in silence, stewing in my awful mood. I know I’m being childish… I was going to break up with her, anyway. But still, if she could hook up with that clown in school, whereanyonecould see them, then I’m guessing thiswasn’t the first time they’ve done that, which means that bitch was cheating on me.
