Summertime Sadness

Prolouge

The last day of school for the month of March. Of course every kid had to throw papers everywhere and make a mess of everything. Of course there had to be silly string shooting across the hallway, getting into my hair and on my outfit. Great way to start your spring break.

"The next person to shoot me with silly string is going to become silly string." I hissed to my boyfriend, Nicolas.

He had a tough exterior, from his toned arms to his toned abs. The boy could do wonders with weights. His blonde hair was a mess from all the stress of the finals we had that week. His green eyes followed my hands each time I would throw silly string to the ground.

"Babe, lighten up. It's just string. It'll come out easily." He reassures me.

"I can not wait to get out of here and swim." I mumbled as I made my way through the crowd.

"Abby! Wait up!" Nicolas cried.

I turned around to see Nicolas being over dramatic and acting like he can't move on, like they do in movies. 'Go on without me.' Umm, hello?! You can get off the ground! The monster chasing you is like going 2 mph! Man, sometimes people in movies are so dumb.

As I give Nicolas a disapproving look, he decides to crack a grin. This kid cannot fail to make me smile. I grab his hand and I pull him out of the hallway towards the parking lot.

The radiating sun blinds my eyes as I push open the school doors. Manchester High School is super old and I'm not surprise I haven't die of heatstroke yet being crammed in there with seven hundred and something kids.

We were so close to getting to my car when Nicolas decides it's a good idea to stop dead in his tracks. I spin around, seeing him refusing to move anymore.

"Hey, Abigail? Can we talk for a second?" He asks.

I let out a sigh and I grumble, "Can't this wait till we get home, Nicolas?"

"No. It's kinda important." His tone of voice is not threatening me.

"Nicolas?"

"Look, I like you, but I just feel like we should start seeing different people."

No. No, no, no, no. This is not happening. He's- he's breaking up with me. I had our spring break all planned out. I thought it would be a dream, tanning by the pool and swimming everyday. But no, this gets in the way and now I'm going to spend my break inside, eating ice cream and watching The Notebook on repeat.

"Abs, say something." He mumbles.

Worthless. Fat. Ugly. I'm no good. That's why he's breaking up with me. Did I gain anymore weight? Are my teeth too big? Is my hair too blonde? He probably found another girl who fell in love with the moment he laid eyes on her. That conniving, no good, player!

"Okay."

Okay. Okay?Okay?! That's all I have to say. I should be furious. I should want to hurt him like he's doing to me right now, but something's holding me back.

"Okay." I repeat.

"I'm sorry Abs." He whispers.

Don't be sorry. You just lost someone who loves you for who you are, not just your looks. I should be apologizing to you because you're so oblivious.

Nicolas stares at me like I just grew a second head. Oh my god, I said that aloud. I quickly turn on my heel and I run to my car. I need to think. I need to drive. I need my music. I need my siblings.

Once my engine roars to life, I speed out of the parking lot, driving to God knows where. Anywhere to clear my mind. As my mind races, I plug in my music and turn it up all the way.