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Something Better

Introduction

I knew. When he would come over, I could smell the perfume. He would cover it up and say it was his mother. Tricia didn't smell like a slut. When he would spend the night, his phone would go off all night. When he would arrive late, and cancel plans. I knew, I just didn't want to believe that my first love would do that. Cheat on me. Rip my heart out. But I loved him, I had to pretend everything was alright.
*Flashback*
Alora's POV
"Hey babe!" I exclaimed to him, but of course he lost his sparkle. "Hey boo." I led him up to my room. "So you wanted to talk to me?" I was sitting in my chair just twirling around. "I think we should talk about us.." This made me stop the twirling. "What do you mean? What's wrong?" "Alora, we had a fun run, but I don't love you anymore." I just sat there. Was any of it real. Did all the I love you's mean anything? How long did his cheating last? I guess I was so caught up asking myself all these questions, I just blew up. "What the fuck Zayn! Was I not good enough for you huh?! I gave you fucking love and this is what you fucking do! Go have fun with your fucking whore. Don't come crying back to me when that cunt leaves you. I hope you burn in hell cause I will never ever get back with you again. Kiss my ass Malik!" "You know Alora this is exactly why I cheated on you are so fucking uptight and don't know how to live! While you were studying I was shagging. And I will never come back to you." He left me. He was never coming back. I was emotionless. I couldn't cry. My world had came crashing down. Zayn Malik had broke my heart. I had never been the same again. He said I didn't know how to live. Those words repeated in my head till I finally got into drinking and partying. My grades had dropped and I wasn't the same Alora ever again.
*Present*
I haven't seen the devil himself in a couple weeks. Word went around that he joined a gang and they are coming here again. Not my problem. And his new girlfriend is transferring to our school. Great. I hope Zayn sees that I have changed. I don't wear skirts, flats, or dresses anymore. This Alora wears sneakers, pants, leather jackets, spiked bras, studded heels, heavy makeup, and slutty clothes. I will show him that bad girl who was banging to get off of that goody goody.

Notes

Aha hello lovelies!! My new story. I don't know where this is going cx

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