“Wait, wait. I really love you. I was just pretending to like him. He’s the one that kissed me!”

“Really?” replied two voices. Both the jocky boyfriend and him looking at her with disbelief upon their faces.

The jock said, “Well, I don’t like pretenders. So, we’re done. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have football practice.”
And he made sure to stomp up quite a bit of mud as he left.

“Well, now that the jock is gone, we can talk in peace.”

He looked at her for a moment then started to chuckle, slowly shaking his head back and forth.

“I don’t understand, what’s so funny?”
He stopped laughing, a serious look upon his face.
“You just don’t get it, do you? Us boys, we’re not like clothes or toys. You can’t just switch around from favorite to favorite, disposing us when you want to. So, it’s time for me to dispose of you. I hope you learn, for everone’s sake.”

He left her to get soaked through her skin. Sitting in the rain that she despised from the start.

[Now, someone else sequel or prequel!]