His unclaimed mate

AMY'S POV

"And this year's prom King and queen goes to...Amy and Christian. Our favorite couple of the year." The student president said, smiling as she read the card. I couldn't believe it as people cheered us on, I mean I suspected we would both be voted for but not for winning.

Christian held my hand as we both walked up the stage, I was beaming from ear to ear as the crown was placed on my head.

"Is there something one of you would like to say?" The student president asked. Christian took the microphone from her and readjusted his crown.

Christian gave a very short speech he could give at best and just as I thought he was done speaking he turned to me, "And before I hand over the mic," he said.

"I just want to give a special shout-out to Amy," I never knew I could smile wider than I already was. "The girl who's been nominated Prom queen, who would have thought that the girl who's been engaged since freshman year would end up dating some and also run for prom queen."

I froze, everyone else in the room froze as Christian finished speaking. The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Christian smiled, but it was empty. It lacked any emotion and resembled none of the ones he always has me.

I held his hand, feeling my smile falter. "Christian what are you talking about?"

He shook himself from me as he threw the crown from his head, "Your touch is making my skin crawl, you disgusting two timer." Christian dropped the mic on the floor and walked out.

People were beginning to murmur, but I couldn't care less as I ran after him calling his name.

Christia's eyes burned with anger, hurt and betrayal as he confronted me. "How could you keep this from me Amy? You should know better."

I grasped his left arm, desperate to make him understand, "Christian please, I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you so I was waiting for the right moment."

His expression turned icy, as he stared at me with disgust. "You're no better than others Amy, you were with me knowing you were betrothed to someone else. That's disgusting.

Tears streamed down my face as I begged him to listen, "Please let's talk this out. We can make it work somehow, I love you not him."

Christian's voice was detached, "it's over Amy, I never want to see you again. You're dead to me."

He shook off my grip and strode to his car. I chased after him, clinging to the window and beating on it. "Christian, please!!"

He ran away from the parking lot, and I stumbled backwards, losing my grip. Time seemed to slow down as I watched in horror. Christian's car careened out of control, crashing into another vehicle as he slammed into a tree.

The sound of crunching metal and shattering glass echoing in my ear, "Christian!!" I screamed running towards the wreckage.

His unconscious body was slumped over the steering, shattered glass over him.

"No no no!" I cried out as panic consumed me. "This can't be happening, somebody help. Somebody call an ambulance!"

But I was alone in the parking lot, the car that hit Christian suffered some damage too, but I couldn't see the driver.

I stumbled back inside to get my phone, I dialled 911 in with my shaking hands and my voice was barely audible as I was choking back a sob. Before I could finish explaining and headed back to the wreckage, Christian was already gone.

I walked hurriedly into the nearest hospital, my legs shaking like they were about to give out. "Where is he? Where is Christian?" I begged the nurse.