|Other Side of the Story
Author: WhenItRains PM
It was an innocent physics project that turned into something more and all Chantel could do was sit back and watch as her boyfriend fell for someone else.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Tragedy - Words: 2,013 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 13 - Published: 12-30-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2758252
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My boyfriend and I both looked up from our loud lunch table as a tall, nerdy looking girl ran up to us.
"Who's that?" I asked.
Logan shrugged, "Just my Physics partner. We have a huge project to do together."
I rolled my eyes. "Of course."
The girl stopped in front of us and gave me a nervous look. I smiled at her and recognized her from my English class.
"Hey, Sammy, what's up?" Logan asked.
She looked at him with a slight blush and shy smile. I took a bite out of my sandwich, amused. She's just another girl crushing on somebody that's taken.
"Um, I was just wondering when we could start on the project?" she asked. "I would like to get started as soon as possible…"
I tuned her out and looked her up and down. She was a really cute nerd. I could see that if we put a little make-up on her, straightened her crazy curly hair and got her new clothes, she'd almost be as good looking as I am. But she wasn't asking, and I wasn't offering.
I looked at Logan, realizing that he was talking to me. I tried to think about what he was saying. Something about tonight?
"But, we have our date," I said, assuming he was talking about his physics project. "Can't you do it this afternoon?"
"I have to babysit," Sammy said. "I would like to get this done as soon as possible so that—"
"Yes, you said that already," I snapped, a little frustrated that she was trying to ruin my night. I turned to Logan. "Babe, we've had this planned for two weeks now, we can't just cancel because of some homework."
"I'll make it up to you, I promise," he said, squeezing my hand.
I thought about it for a second. He's never broken a promise to me before, and I knew he would take me somewhere nice. "Ok," I relented.
Logan kissed me. "You're the best."
I smiled. "I know." Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sammy watching us with an envious look.
She smiled. "Great, I'll see you at seven."
"Where's Logan?" my best friend, Leslie asked about a week later.
I shrugged. "He said he had some physics project to do."
"With that Sammy girl?" Sandy, asked with disgust.
"He's been working on that physics project with her a lot," Connie pointed out.
"Aren't you worried that he might be cheating on you?" Sandy asked.
"With Sammy Rush?" I shook my head. "I don't think so."
"She is kinda cute," Connie said. "She might have a chance at him."
"I trust him," I said. "He loves me and I know he wouldn't do something like that."
Connie opened her mouth to say something else, but Leslie interrupted her. "Did you hear about Jackie and Mike?"
"Oh, yeah, worst couple ever, if you ask me," Sandy said.
I rolled my eyes at her comment and looked at Leslie, letting her know I was thankful for the subject change. But I couldn't help wonder if Connie and Sandy were right and I was losing my boyfriend to a nerdy girl like Sammy.
I sat on my couch watching SpongeBob with my little sister, pissed. Logan was supposed to pick me up thirty minutes ago. Where was he?
I called him for the second time and waited as all I heard was ringing. When his answering machine picked up, I slammed my phone shut and stomped to my room.
"Chantel?" Mom called from the kitchen. "What's wrong? Wasn't Logan supposed to pick you up?"
"That's exactly what's wrong!" I called. "He's never been this late before and he's not picking up his phone!"
Mom showed up in my doorway and watched me tear my jacket off. "Maybe his car broke down and his phone died."
"He lives fifteen minutes away, he could just walk," I snapped. "The last I knew, he was at his physics partner's house. I thought their project was done with!" I sat on my bed and started crying. "What if he's cheating on me, Mom?"
"Oh, sweetheart," she said, sitting next to me. "He wouldn't do something like that!"
"That's what I thought," I said in despair, "but he's been spending a lot of time with her lately, and it seems like he spends more time with Sammy than with me."
Mom hugged me. "Maybe he just needs a break. You two have been together for, what, two years now?"
I shook my head. "I don't want to lose him. I love him."
"Love's a big word."
"But it's true." I pulled back and looked at her. "I've never felt like this before."
Just then my phone rang. I looked at the caller id. It was Logan.
"I'll let you get that," Mom said, standing up. "Don't start accusing him of anything you aren't sure of."
She left and I answered.
"Chantel? I'm so sorry," Logan started saying. "Sammy and I lost track of time and my phone was on silent. I'll be there in ten minutes, ok? Are you still ready?"
"Logan," I said, "I don't feel like going out right now. I'm really tired. Just go home."
"Are you ok?" he asked.
I bit my lip to keep myself from crying. "I'm fine. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Ok," he said, a little uncertainly. "Goodnight."
I hung up and started sobbing. He gave up too easily. I curled up on my bed, hoping he would surprise me and show up anyway, but I knew he wouldn't. We were drifting and I didn't know what to do.
"Chantel, we need to talk."
I've been taught to fear those words for most of my life unless I was the one giving them. When I heard them come out of Logan's mouth, I immediately started denying what I knew was about to come. But the look on his face chased away any hopes I had left.
"Logan," I said pleadingly. "Don't do this."
We were sitting in front of my house in his car. It was right after school and I'd noticed he'd been acting weird. I was avoiding asking him what was wrong, because deep down I knew exactly what was wrong.
"I'm sorry, Chantel," he said, regret obvious in his voice. "I just don't feel anything with you anymore."
I looked away, trying not to cry. "But we've been together for two years!"
"I know." He sighed. "I wish I didn't have to do this, but I can't be in a relationship where I feel nothing, especially if I know that I feel something for someone else."
I slammed my fist on my leg, the tears pouring down my face. "This isn't fair! I let you go do some stupid project with her instead of going on a date we'd been planning for weeks and this is what I get!"
"Chantel, it has nothing to do with that," Logan argued.
"It has everything to do with it!" I yelled. "She stole you from me!"
"Chantel, calm down," he said. "She didn't steal me, things just happened."
I tried to catch my breath. "Did you ever cheat on me with her?"
"No," he said without hesitation.
I nodded, unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door.
"I'm sorry," he said.
The second I was out of his car, I ran into the house, not daring look back. I slammed the door shut and ran up to my room.
"Chantel?" Mom called.
I ignored her and locked my bedroom door where I jumped onto my bed and started sobbing. I couldn't believe he just broke up with me, yet I knew this was coming. It's so cliché. The only thing that's missing is me trying to destroy Sammy's life.
I could see the rest of the cliché. He would go to her and tell her that he just broke up with me. She would deny him, telling him she didn't want to be his rebound, but he would tell her that she was the reason he broke up with me. Then they would kiss and it would be a happily ever after. For her.
Don't they know that I have feelings, too?
I stood at the end of the hall, watching my ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend laugh with each other. Ignoring the jab that I felt, I threw up my nose and started walking toward them. She may have stolen my boyfriend, but she didn't steal my pride.
There were a couple of wolf-whistles that I couldn't help smirking to. I knew I was good looking and I knew that I could get any guy I wanted, but I didn't want just any guy. That realization made my smirk fall.
I tried not to look at them as I passed, but from the corner of my eye, I could see Sammy watching me. Logan completely ignored me.
I started walking faster trying to keep any thoughts of him away for fear that I would start crying. If I just got away, I wouldn't have to think about them.
"Hey, Chantel, wait up!"
I slowed down a little, not really sure if I wanted to talk to Sammy. I let her catch up to me anyway.
"I'm so sorry, Chantel," she said.
"Why?" I asked looking at her. She looked sincere.
She looked down for a second. "For stealing Logan. You never did anything wrong, and you never tried to hurt me or my friends, you don't deserve to be dumped like those queen bees in all those cliché movies."
"Whatever," I said. "Our relationship was falling apart anyways."
"But it wasn't," she said. "At least, not until I showed up. I don't even know what happened, it just did."
A tear fell down my face. "That's what Logan said."
She took a deep breath. "I just wanted to let you know that I don't hate you because I have no reason to, and I hope you find someone else."
I wiped my tear away and flicked my hair away. "Thanks, but I don't think I will for a while."
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Just, go away."
She nodded and without another word, she turned and walked away. Leslie, Sandy, and Connie took her place.
"So what's the plan to get Logan back?" Connie asked.
"There isn't one," I said. "It's not worth it."
"Oh," she said, dumbfounded. Within a second, she and Sandy were off talking to someone else.
"Tonight is a girls' night out, just you and me," Leslie said, putting her arm around me. "Let your mom know that you're sleeping over at my house."
I giggled. "We are not watching Pride and Prejudice, no matter what you say."
She pouted. "Ok, fine." She looked around and then back at me. "How are you feeling?"
I smiled at her. "Great."
She squeezed my shoulders, letting me know that she understood, and together we walked to our first class.
Wow I don't know where this came from. I started writing and then I couldn't finish. I started out writing for a mean popular girl, but she turned out to be a nice popular girl. Is that good or bad?
Well, I have lots to do before the day is over, so all my procrastinating efforts should be rewarded with a review or two, don't you think?
P.S. I don't like the title, so if you can come up with something better, please let me know.