Note that I actually do not edit these and post them up as soon as I am done, so there are mistakes.

Also, this was dedicated to SarahTheColdplayer because she made me a beautiful cover! Thanks! :)

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I thought it’d be okay. That people wouldn’t care about what happened between Seth and me. And they really didn’t.

Except the ones that really mattered. Whose opinions I actually somewhat cared about.

Ben. Ben looked at me with those betrayed eyes that I looked at him with. Like I had actually cheated on him instead of him being the one to go behind my back. Even though I knew I had technically done nothing wrong, I still felt dirty. And ashamed.

Before, he couldn’t even look at me. Now, he was everywhere I was with those accusing eyes. Eyes I couldn’t bear staring straight at me. It was killing me.

Then Holly. Now, why should I care about her, right? When she was just the bitch who had stolen my boyfriend? But the thing was, that was the exact reason I cared. Because she was the bitch that stole my boyfriend.

Lastly, it was Seth. Seth freaking Connors, who I just had to go sleep with. Who I had shared a sacred moment with, which probably meant nothing to him. He was like Ben, looking at me with those accusing eyes. Like this was my fault which it wasn’t.

Walking down the hallway by myself, I felt like it was me against the world. All eyes, filled with hate and annoyance, staring at me. It probably wasn’t true though. Nobody was probably even bothering to look at me, because I really didn’t matter in their everyday life, but it just felt like it. It felt like I was being looked down upon, hated.

I had stopped at my locker, my hair covering my face, putting in the combination. And that’s when I heard his voice.

“How was Melanie’s little sister in bed, Seth?” a guy asked, in a teasing voice. I stiffened and my body went still, hand unmoving on the locks of my locker.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” he drawled, his voice closer to me.

“Come on, dude. Was she good?” another guy said.

Seth was silent for a few minutes. I could almost feel the anticipation in the air. Hear them holding their breaths.

“She was okay.”

My breath felt like it was knocked out of my lungs. Tears filled my eyes. Okay. She was okay. Just okay. I clearly remembered him saying it was a was pretty, fucking, amazing night so what had changed?

I finally turned around, not bothering with my locker. That was the exact moment he looked up and saw me. Guilt pierced his eyes at the hurt look on my face. “I remember you saying something different to me, Seth,” I spoke, my voice rough, on the edge of falling apart. But I walked away before he could say a thing.