It was never about cheating. I never suspected anything.
It's about attention. I didn't kid myself when we started hanging out. I didn't even know that she considered us "dating" until she said something weeks later. Back home, Emaline was annoyingly over-dramatic and attention-seeking. She's a stage actress. I knew that I was never going to be able to give her the attention that she needed. Still, I was going to try after she started calling me her girlfriend. Problem is, she never gave me the chance to. Shortly after we got here, she began to all but ignore me, and I never saw her anywhere. I'm not even sure that we go to the same school, honestly.
Before her boyfriend up and left in the middle of the night, she teased me over my sexuality. She spread rumors about me all over the school. She fed right into my fears and let me get buried deeper into myself until it was convenient for her. After he left, it flipped a switch. I was lonely and vulnerable and she dove in. She built me up. It was cute. We waited until the right moment before she gave me my first kiss. Less than an hour later, I was here.
That all finally being said, I'm over it. I've moved on. I'm finally happy with my life. We were never going to last and that's OK. I realize in saying all of that, it may sound like I am still upset, but at this point in time, all of that is just facts. It's what happened. It's in the past now, and if we're all happy, why dwell on it?