Please, please, don't say, what I think you're gonna say, the thought spreads in my mind, like a wave, filling every possible space.
"I-I just think we are better as friends..." she trails off.
"I get it," I reply.
"I just... wasn't feeling a connection."
How very cliche of you.
"Yeah." I smile, put on a facade of happiness, strength. The things I truly wish I had. Her black hair sways in the slight midsummer breeze. I pathetically look at her, stare. Her eyes shine, the best qualities shimmering in front of me, laughing at my loss.
Her friend, who has been watching this entire time, finds this moment the right time to talk.
"Well... I'm gonna go get a drink... Can I tell?" her annoying high pitched voice beams.
"Honestly, do you have to tell everyone? They can find out on their own," I say.
"Yeah, just..." she doesn't finish.
"You're mean,"
"And you're annoying," I defend the girl who just broke my heart. A clever move. Not. The girl gasps and I walk off, to see my other friends.
The sound of laughter, the sound off games and screaming in the school grounds, fills my head, replacing my earlier paranoia. My friends, Kara, Lock, Aimee, Jackson, and Keith are playing a game of four square. I smile.
"HI OLLI!" Kara screams.
"Heya," I reply, "Can I join?"
"Yeah, the line is... there," Lock points. I raise my eyebrows in appreciation.
My friends. The people who I count on. Just smile and after a while I forget about everything.
The trees sway and I hear the boys on the field playing rugby. Her words echo in my mind.
I-I just think we are better as friends...
I try to concentrate, but it doesn't work. Kara bounces the ball in my square, i try to hit it back, but I miss competely.
"I think I'm gonna go and see Kayla, or something..." I say.
"Okay, bye!" Kara shouts. I smile in a quick good bye.
The stairwell up to the second story classes, is empty. The hollow feel of it grips me, making everything spin. I rush up the stairs, to see Kayla. She is at the door, when I reach the top.
"'Sup, G," she says in a 'gangster' voice.
"Yo," I reply. We slap a high five and start a walk around the school.
