Lost

Freahmen Year: Chapter 12

My hands felt numb. Was Jake still with Daisy? Or was he loyal to me? Would he really do that to me? I was his closest friend as well as his girlfriend. I could feel my heart breaking little by little.

I held back the tears. No way I was going to show that in front of everyone in class. I instead pulled out my phone from my pocket, hiding it under my desk and texting Jake:

We need to talk.

I received no response from him. I sighed, expecting as much. I barely got through choir. I could feel myself start to break down. After my last class, I waited for  Jake outside of the band room. I watched as everyone walked past me. But no Jake. Was he still in class? Or did he walk out before I was able to pack my things? I checked the band room. He wasn't there. My shoulders slumped and I headed toward the bus ramp. There I saw Jake... talking to Daisy. I took a deep breath and approached him.

"Go away." He said. My heart sunk.

I ran off without giving him the pleasure of saying any more. I got on the bus and sent him a message sauing How could you?

How could I what? He responded.

I was fuming by that time, anger drowning out my sadness. I clenched my phone tightly in my hands and texted back. I got word that you were holding hands with Daisy at lunch. Plus you told me to go away! What the hell is wrong with you!

What? Whoever told you was lying and I was just in a bad mood. He responded.

Whatever... I sighed and slid down in my bus seat, closing my eyes.

Once I got home, I packed my clothes to go to my aunt's house. I was there when I received a message from Jake saying I'm sorry.

I sighed silently. I didn't know if I should believe him or not.

I don't know... I texted back.

Please forgive me.

I gave in and I did forgive him. Okay.

Thank God. Can I call?

Yeah.

My phone rung. I moved out of earshot of my aunt. "Hey." I said.

"Hi." He replied back.

We talked for a while and then around nine o' clock PM he suddenly burst into tears.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm sorry but I think we should break up."

He hung up shortly after that, leaving me stunned. That made a second time he had broke up for me. My heart shattered into a million pieces and I didn't have the strength to pick it up and put it back together. I forced myself to remain strong. I felt like I had a hard lump in my throat.

"Hey what's wrong?" My aunt asked.

"Nothing. Just a sore throat." I lied.

"I will make you some hot tea." She said.

"Thank you." She made the tea and I sat there taking sips of it. It didn't help the fact that I was heart broken though. After my uncle got home from work and both of thrm went to bed I sat there sobbing silently, careful not to make a noise. Tears rolled down my cheeks, leaving streaks on my skin. I wiped them away for it to only be replaced by more.