It's Not All Roses

C-3

Levi

It was her eyes that I noticed first. She loathed them, calling them boring and brown. She wanted any other color but brown. However, I adored them. They glowed when she returned, sweating and exhausted from her practice, to see me. When she laughed, they laughed with her. When I left, they had dulled and blurred, and they were never the same.

It's been a week since we broke up, but memories of her keep popping up in my head, killing me without my knowledge. The way she used to brush her hair away from her face, the way she nuzzled into my neck one night, the way she giggled after our first movie date, the midnight call she made to tell me how much I meant to her.

It's too cruel.

She wouldn't look at me in the hallways. It's like I am the reason she did whatever she did. Like somehow everything is my fault. I don't know why I expected her to at least try to give me an explanation. I have seen in movies that they wouldn't even wait for any explanation. Here, I was desperate for one. I wanted to know the reason. Even if she says that 'It just happened' I wanted to hear it from her. Just to stop myself from overthinking about this.

All I am doing is overthinking. About the everything that happened between us. I was recalling if I had made any mistake for her to...to do that. But every time, I end up seeing us both happy and smiling and laughing and I swear, it hurts more than it should. It's like when she left, a part of me left with her.

I can't do this anymore.

So here I am, standing by her locker, waiting for her to come out. I look like a shit and I know it. Everyone said it. I don't care. I am not able to sleep because of this. Because I don't have an explanation.

Beatrice looked fine. There was no sigh of heartbreak on her face but I knew her too much to say she isn't hurt. It was one of her other talent to make it look like nothing happened. I bet, to her, Marcus Jaxon doesn't even exist now. I heard that he tried to speak with her but she straight up said no.

The whole school know about this and I don't know how they all knew. Maybe someone eavesdropped our conversation or maybe someone saw them making-out before we did. Literally everything gave me a look of how sorry they felt; especially the girls. They randomly come and hug me and I just back out before they even touch me. It's ridiculous.

The hallway is a suffocating crowd but for once I don't care. Just then, Emery walks out of her AP calculus class, wearing her white and blue cheerleading uniform matching to my varsity jacket, two notebooks pressed to her chest. She is smiling at something the other girl I don't know said.

Is it wrong to feel like killing someone?

I don't think she noticed me the entire way to her locker and when she did, her smile faded away, her brown eyes widened. "Levi," she breathed.

"Can I get five minutes of your life, Your Highness?" I whisper yelled.

She looked down. "Yes,"

"Thank fuck!" I snapped. She opened her blue locker and kept those two notebooks in and closed. I walked away knowing she would follow me. People are looking our way, some of their mouths open and eyes wide, some whispering something to the other person.

Why can't they mind their own fucking business and go have their lunch?

When we reached the school garden, I didn't wait another second. "Why?" I began.