Yeah, this is a story I just came up with in Geometry the other day ! So far, my friends have all liked this, but you guys be the judges!
There they were; standing in the corner of the cafeteria. The girl wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's waist and rested her head on his shoulder. He stiffened, looking uncomfortable as she clung to him. He fidgeted nervously.
"Is something wrong, babe?" she whispered. "You've been really quiet all day."
He didn't respond. He didn't even look at her.
She smiled, oblivious to his unusual stiffness. She reached up and pressed her pink lips to his cheek, then to his stony mouth.
"I love you," she murmured, snuggling into him, both arms wrapping around his waist again.
He said nothing.
She looked up at him, puzzled. "Babe? I said 'I love you'."
Her boyfriend sighed and averted his gaze, refusing to look at her. Her face crumpled as he did it, realization beginning to set in, but denial made her unwilling to believe it.
"Why aren't you taking to me? Please, say something!" she begged him.
"I can't do this anymore. I can't be your boyfriend anymore," he mumbled.
"What?" she cried, disbelief etched on her face.
"I'm sorry," was the response.
"So, we're breaking up now? I thought you loved me!" she cried.
A pause. "I can't do this anymore," was all the statue repeated.
She threw her arms down, the disbelief turning to raw anger and hurt in a flash. "So what? Do you just not love me anymore?" she accused dangerously.
"I'm really sorry," he whispered over his shoulder as he got up and walked back to his friends.
"Fine!" she hissed. "Go! I don't love you either! In fact, I freaking hate you!"
She made her way back to her friends' table, stopping a couple times along the way to kick a can or empty french carton out of her way. She sat there, pouting and pointedly ignoring her food. They all acted like they hadn't heard anything, until someone noticed her sniffling over her food.
"I don't want to talk about him," she whispered as they tried to comfort her.
As the group led her out the door to comfort her, the cafeteria quickly buzzed as everyone started gossiping about the whole debacle. I felt like I was the only quiet one, the only one seething over the nerve of that guy. I had seen it all, watching her fawn over him and then crumple when she was dumped. It was worse than seeing her, the girl of my dreams, cuddling and kissing him like usual.
I watched him sitting there with his friends, talking and chuckling a little as they did stupid things to amuse him. What a bastard,I thought. She was just humiliated in front of the whole cafeteria by you, and you're joking around with your friends.
I knew I didn't deserve a girl as smart and beautiful and kind as Cricket Webbers, but neither did he. In my opinion, no one did.
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