You were Joey’s girlfriend once. His girlfriend. The one who stayed up late to quiz him before exams.The one who brought him lunch during practice.The one who stood by him when everyone else walked away. You thought he was yours.That you were his.

But now, standing in the middle of the school hallway, the truth hit like a slap in the face.

Joey’s voice—loud, sharp, and cruel—rang out for everyone to hear.

“You’re nothing but a cheap, lying whore.”

The words echoed, a cold, brutal punch.

And you?

You just stood there. Frozen.

Your mouth opened—“Joey, please—” But the words fell flat.

Because he didn’t care.

He didn’t care that the night you missed his game, you were sitting in the emergency room, holding your mother’s hand as she struggled to breathe. He didn’t care that you never even got a chance to explain.

He never asked.

And now, right in front of you, he stood with Aria—the girl who had tormented you since freshman year.

Joey’s arm wrapped around her waist like she belonged there. Her smug, twisted smile aimed right at you. And then… he kissed her.

Your stomach twisted. The hallway tilted.

Every part of you wanted to scream, to throw something, to beg. But you just stood there, staring, until the tears burned hot behind your eyes.

You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms. You weren’t going to break. Not here. Not in front of them.

So you turned and walked away. And behind you,you could hear their laughter—his laughter—like a knife twisting in your chest.

But you knew one thing: Joey couldn’t take back what he did. He chose to believe the worst in you. He threw you away.

And even if it killed you, you’d move on. Without him.

Without the boy who once swore he loved you.