Cindy's POV

I adjusted my glasses as excitement coursed through me, my gold medal hanging on my neck to show that I was a champion. I had won the maths global competition of the year, coming out as the top student in the whole world.

I couldn't wait for Peter's reaction. Would he sweep me off my feet and tell me how proud he was of me? My body was giddy with excitement when the cab I was in finally came to a stop and I rushed out like I was being chased.

I really wanted him to come watch me today, but he had canceled at the last minute because of his fever. I was sad because of that, but when he promised to watch me on TV, that made me even more energetic, and I had promised to make him proud. Which I did.

I pushed his front door open slowly, a soft giggle escaping my lips as I imagined his reaction in my head. Walking in, the TV was left on, and it was loud, but there were no signs of Peter here. Pink slippers that looked very familiar to me caught my eye, and I crouched, picking one of them up.

I knew who this belonged to. But why would she be here of all places?

My excitement has waned already as I made my way upstairs, my heart filling with sudden unease. I didn't want to imagine the worst as I approached his room but the wet noises that greeted me already told me all I needed to know.

“Fuck me, Peter, oh fuck me harder!”

My heart sank at once and I had to grab the wall for support. That voice was all too familiar for me not to recognize. A tear suddenly slipped down my cheek but I wiped it off instantly. I sucked in a sharp breath and slowly pushed his door open, peeking in to see what was going on and my heart stopped at the sight in front of me.

Peter and Bella.

My boyfriend and best friend.

They were fucking right in front of me.

They didn't even notice I was there. Bella's high-pitched moans and Peter's grunts were all that filled the room with the sounds of their skin slapping against each other.

“Tell me, baby, does she feel good like I do?” Bella moaned as she grabbed his ass with her hands and he snorted in response.

“The bitch won't even let me take off her clothes. I'm sure she's disgusting down there.” Peter responded, and when I realized they were talking about me, tears flowed freely down my cheeks.

“Aww, she's probably expecting you to cheer her up at her stupid competition today. Poor thing must think you actually love her.” She purred, her moans growing louder when he started to pound into her faster.

Bella had told me she wouldn't be able to make it to the competition because she had an important project to complete. Peter had told me he had a fever. I believed them both so foolishly.

I felt disgusted on their behalf.

I wiped my tears harshly, and my glasses fell to the ground, which seemed to alert them. Not bothering to hide anymore, I pushed the door open and walked in, their eyes widening when they saw me.

“How could you do this to me? I trusted you!” I cried out but instead of remorse, Bella snorted as she kissed Peter right in front of me.

“Stop yelling, nerd, it hurts my ears.”

“Bella… Why would you do this to me?” I questioned softly and she turned to me with a nonchalant expression. Peter sucked on her boob like I wasn't there while she moaned in ecstasy.

“You're supposed to be smart, Cindy. It's not my fault you were so blind to see that no one loves you.” She muttered with a moan, her fingers lacing over Peter's hair who didn't even care that I was breaking down here.

“Peter!” I cried out as tears rolled down my cheeks in torrents. He finally pulled away to look at me with a bored expression on his face.

“What do you want, nerd? You've seen it all, why are you still in denial? You heard my princess, you were so blind to see that I only wanted to fuck you and dump you. Nerdy idiots like you who believe in true love, I wanted to show you what reality looks like. And now you've seen it, congratulations. Unfortunately, I didn't get to fuck you to know how you'd feel,” Peter said with a sneer, and Bella giggled.

“I'm sure it'll feel awful.” She chirped with a snort, and I just stood there, speechless, while they made fun of me.

“I loved you… I trusted both of you with everything I had… everything we had for three months was all a lie?” I questioned slowly, the words tasting like bile on my tongue and Peter simply shrugged like it meant nothing to him.

“News flash, baby girl, stop being so slow. No one loves you. I mean, your parents literally left you as a child, who would be stupid enough to stay with you?” Peter mocked and Bella slapped his arm gently, giggling at his words as she looked at me with fake sympathy.

“Sorry you had to find out like this, Cindy. You're welcome to join us if you want—”

“Go to hell. Both of you. I hope you both die horribly and rot in hell. Fuck. You.” I gritted the words out like they hurt and I could see the look of surprise on their faces as I stormed out of the room.

I had never used a bad word before. But bringing my dead parents into their sick conversation was all it took for me to snap. They could fuck each other as long as they wanted, I was done with them.

I rushed downstairs, my eyes blurry with tears that made my bad vision even worse. I had dropped my glasses earlier, so I couldn't see clearly, but I couldn't go back to get them. That image was too traumatizing for me to take.

I finally made it down to the stairs, but the moment I turned, I collided with someone, and I stumbled backward. My eyes widened when she grabbed my hand and pulled me to her so I wouldn't fall.

I could feel her plump boobs pressing against mine and I gulped harshly, my heart suddenly beginning to race wildly.

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.

Cindy's POV

My ex-boyfriend broke my heart into pieces, so I kissed his mother. It was no big deal right? I wasn't thinking straight. I could blame it on the heartbreak.

But I wasn't just kissing my ex's mother. I was kissing my principal. My role model. The woman I had always looked up to. The one I wanted to call mother-in-law.

My eyes widened when the realization hit me hard but before I could pull away, she laced her hands through my hair. Like she had been waiting for this to happen.

She tugged on my bottom lip and a soft whimper left my throat, my lips parting involuntarily. I melted into her touch as she slid her tongue into my mouth, kissing me like she had been dying to know what my lips tasted like. She moaned softly, sending shivers running through my spine as I kissed her unlike how I had kissed anyone.

Our lips moved against each other, almost like they were made to be. It was everything but perfection. Our first kiss was passionate but sloppy. I had never kissed a woman before. Not to talk of—

My principal. I was kissing my principal.

The realization suddenly coursed through me like lightning, and I pulled away immediately, my breath heavy and eyes glossy. She had a confused expression on her face when I pulled away so abruptly and my heart wouldn't stop pounding wildly in my chest.

“I'm so sorry.” I started to mutter hurriedly as I fumbled with the seatbelt. “I'm really sorry, principal.” I apologized, finally getting the seatbelt off.

“Cindy, listen to me—”

I was already out of the car, bolting to my dorm. Far away from her. Far away from her delicious lips that I wanted to kiss more.

“What have I gotten myself into?” I whispered to myself harshly, looking back occasionally to be sure she didn't follow me.

This could cause me a lot of trouble. How could I kiss my principal? A woman? What would she think of me? Would she find me disgusting? The world was unfair to queer people. And I wasn't even sure I was queer.

Why was everything falling apart?

I rushed into the dorm, collapsing on the bed with harsh sobs wracking out of me. I felt useless. Pitiful. Like a disgrace. My glasses had fallen off somewhere in the room and in anger, I flung aside the heavy medal on my neck.

What was the use of medals if all I had to my name was the title of a loser? And I just had to kiss the one woman who was off limits. What would my parents think if they saw me like this? They would be ashamed.

Maybe Peter was right.

“I'm not gay. I'm not into women. It's just the heartbreak controlling my decisions. I promise I'm not gay.” I muttered to myself over and over again but who was I kidding? The way she had grabbed my hair was everything I had ever wanted and more.

She kissed me like she was starving for me. I had enjoyed every second of it, and heaven knew that I wanted more. I wanted her to pin me against the wall and do the things her son was supposed to do—

“Fuck!” I suddenly yelled, placing my pillow over my face. I was beyond fucked.

***********

Days passed after the day that messed my life up and I was worse than before. I barely left my house. Barely took a bath. I didn't move from my bed as I spent all my time eating takeouts and chips while doomscrolling through social media. I couldn't check the school group chats.

Peter and Bella had decided to use me as their object of mockery and I realized it was all a bet. Peter and another group of guys had bet a huge amount of money to see if he could get me to fall in love with him. And I had fallen for his acts so foolishly.

Peter won. He got the money and didn't hesitate to tell the school how he played me because I was dumb. I cried myself to sleep every night until I ran out of tears to shed. I was the new face of mockery and meme-making. Everyone knew of my downfall.

How could I ever show my face at school again? How would the medals help me this time? And the one person who could help me, Principal Rebecca, I had been ignoring her calls since that day.

I couldn't bring myself to face her after what happened. I didn't want to know what she thought of me. I didn't want to act like nothing happened. I had crossed the line, committed a forbidden act. It was unforgivable.

My phone buzzed with a message from the school chat group and I saw someone had tagged me.

“Seems like the nerd is too ashamed to bring her four eyes to school. We miss you, nerd!”

Illiterates. If only they would focus on their studies this way as well. I exited the group chat instantly and turned my phone off, sobbing into my pillow for the tenth time today. I was tired of crying but my eyes obviously didn't care.

My heart wouldn't stop aching either.

Hours passed and it was finally dark when someone knocked on my door. I froze, not expecting anyone at this time of the night. I tried to stay silent, maybe the person would go away but the person kept knocking. Like they knew I was in here.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I pushed myself off the bed and sucked in a sharp breath to stabilize myself. I pulled the door open just slightly to protect myself, and I saw who it was. I rushed to close the door instantly.

But I was too late. A hand reached out, stopping the door from closing as the figure stepped in and I stumbled back in shock.