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☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆

Today, I found my boyfriend fucking someone else.

Summer Peterson. No. Just Summer….

That's what Dean Polanski called me. He said there was nothing special about me, so he referred to me as “Just” Summer.

I was a fool. I admit. But a fool in love. It was our anniversary today and I had picked up the most beautiful purple dress. Dean loved the colour, purple. 

We had been together for seven months. Seven months of…hell. Seven months of torture and bliss. It was a mixture of both.

Aren't all relationships, though? I loved him. The thing is, I was a virgin and Dean wanted to get down SO, so  bad.

He told me he had this manly urge to penetrate something. As gross as that sounded to me, I pretended it was all right. Absolutely fucking not. It wasn't alright.

“You're not special. You're just Summer,” he had told me when I let him know I didn't want to lose my virginity yet.

But today, naive little me had planned to give up my honour, my girlhood, my….

“Yes, Dean, yes,” a woman's voice broke through my thoughts as I reached the corridor upstairs.

The sound of laboured breathing and wet moans and skin slapping against skin echoed down the hall, making my flesh crawl with dread. 

When I arrived at Dean's place, I found the door unlocked and nobody at home. We were supposed to meet at Crabby's restaurant, but I decided to meet here and surprise him by giving myself to him—like literally. 

“Fuck me harder, Dean. Yes, just like that,” the woman continued to scream out of pleasure, the sound of her voice rising and falling like a tide.

Mind you, I could hear manly sexual groans. I knew it was Dean. I wasn't stupid. And that voice…the woman's voice, it sounded so familiar despite being coated in pleasure.

My heart raced with fear as I carefully approached the door, my hands shaking when I touched the doorknob. I didn't want to believe it. Maybe my mind was just making things up, right?

Perhaps It could be a movie Dean was watching.

Hell no! It was not.

I pushed the door open and saw them with my own eyes. Dean, stark naked on top of… what the fuck? Maxine? She was completely bare herself, with her legs and arms wrapped around him like tentacles. 

Maxine Quinton! The beautiful skank from geometry class. Tears streamed down my face as my eyes glued to them, unable to look away.

I couldn't move. I was frozen in despair and disbelief. Just then, Dean lifted his head and our eyes locked.

“Shit!” He cursed, jumping off of Maxine.

“Babe, what's wrong?” she asked and looked behind her.

As she saw me, she rolled her eyes heavenward and turned away without a hint of remorse or shame. Dean's eyes were wide in shock.

“Summer, it's not what it looks like,” he began, trying to cajole me.

Tears were still cascading down my face. Stupid little old me.

“Summer, I can explain,” Dean continued. “Just let me explain.”

Explain what?

“Dude, at least cover your junk,” I spat, irritated.

I wiped my cheeks, controlling my breathing and brushing the relentless tears that continued to pour. Dean quickly picked up his joggers on the floor and slipped into it, his gaze still fixed on me.

Maxine stood up from the bed and walked to the closet. Her bare form made me wince. God, she was hot! No wonder Dean hooked up with her.

Why would that be the first thing to pop into my mind at this time of pain?

Oh, dear Lord!

Maybe she was the reason Dean stopped asking me for sex two months ago. It was all because of Maxine. It all made sense now.

A wave of humiliation washed over me and I lowered my head. She smiled and put on Dean's shirt that swallowed up her petite body.

“I need a fucking drink. You two fix whatever the fuck this is. I'll be downstairs,” Maxine said nonchalantly and walked out of the room.

The guts! I should have punched her, I should have given her a piece of my mind. But what for? My stupid boyfriend was to blame and not her. I was dating this prick and not her.

“Happy anniversary,” I said, my voice cracking.

“Baby, my love, we were only—”

“I'm done, Dean.”

“What? You're joking right? It was just a—”

“A what? A science project to see how many babies you can make?”

Dean's brows furrowed. He hated my sarcastic side. He had once told me that I always joked about serious matters. Guess he wasn't wrong after all.

“Summer—”

“I'm not an idiot, Dean. I know what I saw, and I don't know why I'm still here talking to you,” I said as calmly as I could.

“Maybe if you had let me have sex with you months ago this wouldn't have happened.”

“Are you being serious right now?” I asked, surprised. “So you've been having sex with Maxine for months? How long?”

Dean exhaled. “six months now.”

My heart shattered. I couldn't believe it. 

“I loved you, Dean. So much,” I whispered as tears ran down my face.

Dean scrunched his nose and looked at me. “You don't think giving blowjobs and kissing me till I get hard would make up for not getting laid, did you?”

“That's not what our relationship was all about,” I tried to justify it, but Dean laughed.

“That's something you would say. You're even terrible at giving a simple blow job. Maxine is better at everything. She's a girl like you and yet, you think there's something special about you that's why you keep your stupid virginity. You're just Summer, and there's absolutely nothing special about you.”

He didn't just say that to me. God! What a jerk. Here I was, my heart breaking into a million pieces, and the man I loved had just said some crazy shit to me after I caught him fucking someone else.

I wiped my tears and braced myself. I looked Dean in the eye and said, “It's over between us. I'm just glad I never gave you a chance to put that little worm of yours inside me.”

Dean opened his mouth to speak, but I shushed him immediately. I didn't want to hear a word from him.

“Just shut up,” I said, forcing a smile. Then I remembered Jake's favourite saying. “I'll be leaving now with my honour and pride,” I finished defiantly. 

Whenever Jake decided to quit a game because I was beating his ass, he would say those exact words. I thought it didn't make sense until today. 

I did leave with my honour as a woman, but my pride…well, I ran out of there crying like a little girl whose candy was stolen. So, not so much for my pride. 

I even heard Maxine giggling while I ran out of the house. Dean didn't even care to stop me, he just let me go so easily.

It was so hard getting into the bus just to get away from everything at that time of the day.

Was this what love was? Was this how it was supposed to end? It’s funny I Ieft with my virginity intact, but now, all I feel is empty.

I’m broken. It feels like my heart’s about to give up on me. Will I ever recover from this or will I stay broken forever?

I shut my eyes, and covered my face as I cried out into my palms.