vada

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i'd like to think that i lead the life of the usual, average teenage girl.

staying up until the sun comes up to watch shows on netflix? check.

midnight snacking even though i know i'm going to feel like shit the next day? check.

failing algebra? check.

a lot of acquaintances but only a few close friends? check.

it's not entirely boring, but it's not that eventful either. i think my life is smack dab in between those two adjectives.

no, i've never experienced even a tiny bit of teenage drama, ever.

no, i don't have a slim figure with those abs you can flaunt when wearing a cropped top and sweats.

and, no, i most definitely do not gave a hot boyfriend that i can flex and that spoils me with everything i could possibly need.

that's why, as i was running up the stairs after getting home from school, i somehow felt like that was going to change soon.

"i kissed a girl and i liked it," i sing softly as i enter my room, "the taste of her cherry cha-JESUS CHRIST!" i drop my belongings and clutch my chest.

my eyes focus on the blond-haired girl wearing pajamas, who's sprawled all over my bed as she stares up at the ceiling.

"maurine?" i say, trying to catch my breath, "what are you doing here?"

i had just gotten home from school and was, of course, not expecting anyone to be here.

"hi." maurine says softly, not looking up at me and still not moving an inch as she continues staring up at the ceiling.

"you nearly gave me a heart attack, maurine," i exhale, "what are you doing here? why didn't you go to school today?"

i knew maurine was going to abuse the power of me giving her a key to my apartment.

i crouch down and start to pick up the belongings i dropped on the floor, checking my phone to see if it gained any cracks or dents.

"i went here this morning when you left for school," she starts, slowly, her voice sounding like she had been crying for hours.

"and i, uh," she continues, sniffling as she does so, "i experienced something heartbreaking."

and right after she speaks, before i could get a word out, she sits up and begins to cry hysterically. i'm left standing near the foot of my bed, not knowing a damn thing about what's going on.

but, as her best friend, i run out my room and prepare a glass of water for her as well as a box of tissues.

i enter my room again, and maurine's still bawling her eyes out. without saying a word, u hand them over to her.

i take a seat on my beanbag chair that faces my bed, and continue watching maurine with my eyebrows furrowed as i wait for her to calm down.

what the fuck happened?

"i'm s-sorry." she manages to croak out. she inhales and exhales deeply, but tears are still flowing freely down her cheeks.

"what happened to you, maurine?" i sigh. i stand up from the beanbag chair, and sit down on the foot of my bed so that i'm closer to her.

i'm not used to seeing her like this. at all. among the both of us, i admit that i'm the more vulnerable one, and she's usually the one that comforts me. so it's a new scene seeing her cry like this.

          

she breathes in and out, seeming to have trouble looking for the right words to say. her eyes are bloodshot, and undoubtedly hold so much hurt in them.

after a few minutes of inhaling and exhaling, after a few minutes of the room being filled with nothing but the sounds of her sniffles, she finally says one word.

and that one word made everything make sense.

"luke."

after letting that one word go, as if it flipped a switch inside her, she's back to crying. harder than before, even.

"i fucking knew it." i mumble to myself as i stand up.

i head out of my room again, heading towards the kitchen to get her another glass of water.

(an hour later)

"okay, vada, i'm ready." maurine says, throwing all her used tissues in the trash bin.

i sat on my beanbag chair for a solid hour as i waited for her to calm down. i went in and out of my room for a total of five times, each time bringing her a new full glass of water.

maurine tried talking for numerous times, too, but each attempt would only result in her crying harder than ever before.

hopefully now, she's really ready to tell me what happened. i'm too tired to take another trip to the kitchen for a new glass of water.

"shoot." i say, standing up from the beanbag chair.

she exhales one last shaky breath before speaking as i take a seat on the foot of my bed.

"well, you know that luke and i have been dating for like a month now, right?" she talks fast, probably not wanting the words to remain in her mind for longer.

"yeah," i answer, "why?"

"so i was so happy thinking that he was serious with me since this is the longest he's been with a single girl, right?" she says.

i instantly felt something in me snap.

"a month? that's the longest he's been with a girl?" i say, my eyebrows furrowing.

"let me finish, vada." she exhales, frowning.

"right, sorry," i smile sheepishly, "go on."

"so i thought i was special. i thought what we had was real, you know? cause he's been keeping me around longer than he kept other girls," she continues.

"but, i was wrong," she says as she shakes her head sideways, "i saw his phone and he was texting fern."

"fern the cheerleader fern?" i ask, my eyes widening, which was a pretty dumb thing to do.

"yes, vada, i don't think there's another girl named fern at school." she says, rolling her eyes.

"my bad," i shrug, "and then what happened?"

i ask this, even though i already know full well what went on. i had a bad feeling about luke from the start, but maurine never listened to me.

"anyway, i was sitting right next to him on his couch and he's texting her all these sweet things while i'm right next to him," she closes her eyes for a second and exhales, "so i get furious. i started to call him a cheater and all that shit and you know what he tells me?"

"what?" i ask.

"why would i cheat on you if you're not even my girlfriend?"

"i can't fucking believe it." i gasp, pretending to be surprised. i said pretending because i warned maurine in the first place that luke was the fuckboy of all fuckboys. the number one casanova of the campus. plus, he's got an accent. these american girls find luke's accent hot.

he's got girls lined up for him, and he usually keeps one around for two weeks, tops. which is why maurine thought they were serious cause he's been keeping her for a month.

luke hemmings is nothing but your average player.

"so then i get really angry, and i started shouting at him that all he wants from girls is sex to boost his popularity and i was a mess. i was shouting all over the place while crying," she continues, her hands going all over the place as she speaks, "my emotions were through the roof, vada!"

i cringe, imagining how much maurine made a fool out of herself.

"he tells me, "come on, mau, you're acting like i've been fucking you over for a year, it's only been a month." and he had the audacity to laugh, and make a nickname for me!"

i wait for her to say her next paragraph.

"and you know what pissed me off the most what really made my heart ache?"

"what?" i ask, feeling really bad for what maurine went through.

"it was when he said, "besides, mau. you should feel honored that i've kept you for a month. most girls would do anything to stay that long with me." and just as he finished that sentence, i slapped him straight on the left cheek and left his house. i stayed in my room the whole night and when morning came, i came here."

i don't wanna say i told you so. so all i did was hug maurine, tell her that she'll be okay and that i'll be right next to her the whole time.

i saw this coming, i really did. the second maurine told me that she was texting luke, i already had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

and when she told me that she felt as though luke was serious with her? i tried so hard to stop myself from scoffing in front of her.

luke hemmings is a heartbreaker. he picks girls up and drops them the second he finds a new girl he fancies to take home. he'll leave a girl the second he gets what he wants from them. which is, of course, sex.

but that doesn't stop girls from keeping their distance. one of those girls being my best friend, maurine.

they see him as this god or something. like you just experienced a damn miracle if luke replies to your texts, if you get to ride in his mercedes benz, or if he invites you to come over at his house.

if anything, because of how much hearts luke breaks, the more girls seem to become interested in him. they want to see what all the fuss is about with luke hemmings. because of what luke does, he made a reputation for himself. that you should consider yourself lucky even if all he does is wink at you.

the guy, however, makes me gag.

he plays with his lip ring whenever he walks, or while he sits in class, as though he's trying to seduce girls around him.

he runs his hand through his greasy hair as he walks down the hallways as though he feels like he's in a damn movie or something.

he winks at random girls he passes by, or says these cheesy pick up lines, which, of course, make girls shriek.

"it hurts, vada." maurine whispers softly, and i watch as she wipes away more tears.

as much as i'd like to say i told you so, i won't. because it's not maurine's fault that she fell deep. it's luke's fault for how shitty he treats girls.

bottomline of this whole thing: boys are trash.

yes her name's vada from one of the best films ever: MY GIRL

also ms vada is very "im not like other girls" at the first few chapters BARE W HER THIS WAS WRITTEN IN 2017/2018 I THOUGHT IT was COOL OK

- au

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