Dear Ex, Your Mom Loves Me Now

CINDY'S POV

“Principal.” I breathed out as I took a step back but she didn't let go of my hand. I couldn't see her face clearly but it was evident that she had a look of worry on her face as she stared at me.

“Have you been crying? Where are your glasses? You know you can't see well without them.” She questioned in worry and loud laughter suddenly came from Peter's room, sending waves of disappointment through me again.

How could they be so happy after hurting me?

“I- I dropped it when I was leaving, b-but it's okay. I'll find my way—”

“Wait here. Don't move an inch.” She ordered and finally let go of my hand, disappointment washing over me when she walked away from me.

My gaze followed her upstairs and watched as she stopped in front of Peter's room, bending slightly to pick up my glasses for me. Was it just me or was everything she did suddenly so weirdly seductive?

She was by my side in seconds and when I reached for my glasses, she ignored my outstretched hands. I blinked in surprise when she helped me wear the glasses until I could finally see her clearly.

“Peter is a dumb kid. I'm sorry you had to see that.” She said softly and I found myself nodding like a kid. “Come on, I'll drive you home. You deserve to celebrate your wins in a better way, not with that ungrateful brat.”

She offered me her hand, which I took without hesitation, and she walked me to her car. Principal Rebecca was someone I had always adored and looked up to, especially because I was one of her favourite students.

She never hesitated to tell me how proud she was of me and I had to admit, her words of validation were what kept me going. Dating her son felt like the best thing in the world because it would have been nice to have her as a mother-in-law.

Guess all that imagination was now history.

The ride back to my house was silent and all I did was cry silently while I stared out the window. I couldn't get the image of Peter and Bella out of my head. The betrayal cut so deep that I knew it would be impossible to heal from it so easily.

Their mocking words repeated over and over again in my head and a wracked sob escaped my lips at that moment. Rebecca turned to look at me slightly and even though I wasn't looking at her, I knew her eyes were staring at me with worry.

I didn't deserve this.

Not after everything I had done for them. Not after trusting them with my whole life.

They played me like a fool—

The car suddenly came to a halt, and I turned to Rebecca, wondering why she had stopped when I wasn't home yet.

“You know, when you're sad, ice cream helps.” She pointed out, unbuckling her seatbelt already and I raised a brow in surprise.

“Ice cream?”

“What's your favorite flavor?”

“Strawberry and chocolate. I could never choose one.” I mumbled softly and she hummed in amusement as she got out of the car.

“Stay here, I'll be back.” And she was gone.

I wiped my glasses that were already stained with tears and looked outside the window to see she had stopped at an ice cream stall, probably to help me get over Peter. A principal probably shouldn't go so far to help her student but I guessed she was feeling guilty for her son's mistakes.

Which was absurd because she didn't need to. But who was I to say no to ice cream?

She returned a few minutes later and my eyes lit up at the sight of strawberry and chocolate ice cream in a cup.

“For the heartbroken lady.” She muttered, handing me the cup and I smiled excitedly, taking it from her. She was right, ice cream helped a lot with sadness and heartbreak.

The car hit the road again but I barely had to cry as all my attention was on the cup in my hands. Rebecca would glance at me occasionally and I would flash her an appreciative smile that had her smiling at me too.

When the car finally stopped in front of my dorm, I let out a depressed sigh. The ice cream was finished and I was back to reality.

“You deserve better, Cindy. I mean it.” I heard Rebecca say and I shook my head in negation, her words meaning nothing compared to the words they had told me earlier.

“I didn't deserve all that, principal—”

“Call me Becca when we're alone. I'm not your principal here, am I?” She said softly and I stared at her for a while, a wave of heat rushing over me at her command.

“Becca,” I whispered and it felt like it was all in my head, but I could have sworn I heard her suck in a sharp breath when I called her that. Maybe I was beginning to imagine things, the betrayal definitely did something to my brain.

“You were saying?”

“I was saying… I didn't deserve all that, right? I gave him everything he asked for. I was planning to give him my virginity tonight. I did everything I could for them, how could they treat me like this? Like a disposable piece of trash?” I questioned, not to her or myself, because I knew she didn't have the answers either.

“You were too precious for him to handle, and he's a fool for letting you go. You, Cindy, are beyond perfection.” Rebecca muttered as she suddenly leaned close to me, wiping my tears and ice cream remains from my lips.

“Mark my words, Peter will regret losing a beauty like you. He has no idea what he just lost. Trust me.” She whispered, moving away from me and I didn't know what took over me the next second. But I moved.

I grabbed her collar and pulled her closer, placing my lips on her with my eyes closed. Her lips were so soft. Softer than Peter's. Softer than I had imagined.

I was kissing my principal.