From: Blakeee 👫❤️
Come over?
Oh my God. This is literally the tenth text I've gotten from him trying to get me to go over to his place.
I tried ignoring them but now I know it's useless because he'll just keep blowing up my phone.
To: Blakeee 👫❤️
I'll be there in 5.
From: Blakeee 👫❤️
Can't wait 😉
Gross. I get out of my bed and put on some sweats and a T-shirt, not feeling the need to dress up just to come straight back home.
The drive to Blake's house is only about 3 minutes from my house so I got there in no time.
I knocked lightly on the door a few times then took a couple steps back (am I the only one who does that after knocking on a door?) waiting for him to answer the door.
I hear footsteps approaching the door and I see Blake's mom appear in the door way. Just my luck.
"Hi Niomi! How are you sweetie?" She exclaims, wrapping me into a hug. "I'm pretty good, how about yourself Mrs. Weston?" I ask politely. Mrs. Weston has always been so sweet to me, if only her son was the same way. I know that she likes me too so I hope that the news I break to Blake doesn't make her too upset.
"I'm wonderful! Blake's up in his room," she tells me, motioning for me to come inside. "Oh, I only needed to talk to him for a quick second. Can he just come down here and meet me on the porch?" I ask her.
"Oh.. well of course. I'll be down with him," she says, I notice the suspicious and confused look on her face.
While I wait for Blake to come out, I take a seat in their cute porch swing, rocking back and forth slightly.
I look over at Blake when he walks out, I stand up facing him. He gives me a hug and starts to lean in to kiss me.
"Blake..." I mumble, turning my face. "What's wrong babe," he asks, looking worried.
I didn't really rehearse how I'd do this and I guess I should've because now I have no idea what to say. I start twiddling my thumbs trying to muster up something to say.
"Blake.. I don't want to be with you anymore," I sigh. It takes him a minute to let what I said sink in. " wait, what?" He asks with a look of hurt written all over his face.
"I don't want to be together," I say. "Please don't make me say it again," I add looking down, feeling an unbelievable amount of guilt.
"But... why? I thought we were doing so good." He says, the last part seeming more to himself than me.
"I just don't appreciate the way you always try to pressure me into doing things that I'm completely uncomfortable with. I don't like feeling like you're only with my for the physical reasons," I explain to him.
"Niomi, I never meant to pressure you. If it seemed like that I'm truly sorry. I never ever would purposely mean to hurt you or make you uncomfortable." He says, a pleading look in him eyes.
"Blake, I just need a break. Maybe we will get back together and maybe we won't, but I just need some space," I tell him, starting to make my way back to my car.
"Niomi, you can't just leave me like this. I love you," he admits.
"Woah woah woah, you can't just say that crap when I'm breaking up with you and then never, not one damn time when we're together! So now I'm pretty sure that I'm right about you!" I yell.
"Yeah? And what's your perception of me?" He asks, his voice raising slightly.
"You're a sleaze bag who only wants to show care for what he has when he's about to lose it!" I yell, stomping over to my car.
"You want to know my perception of you?" He yells as I'm about to get into my car. "Why not? I don't really care whatever it is!" I yell, once again. "You're a slut," he simply says.
"Well then you should be glad I dumped you," I sneer, putting enfaces on the word 'dumped'. I get into my car and put the keys into the ignition, ready to just go home and eat.
"Fuck you!" He yells at me as I'm driving away. All I do is flip him off through the window, blast my music, and drive to the only place that I feel like I can escape from everything, even if it's only for a short period of time.
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I pull up to the vacant lot that leads to the beautiful winding road that goes through the trees, leading to and empty field of this one type of cream colored plant. It sounds boring, but to me it was the most beautiful thing ever.
I discovered this place a while ago, probably from when I was like 10 years old. Every time my parents would take my here, id cherish every second I had and then once I got old enough, id come here almost everyday.
The scenery was just so gorgeous and the vibes it gave off were so calm and would relax all of my senses and just let me lay back and think about whatever I needed to.
My senior year was just so hectic that I honestly just never thought to come down here. I'm glad I get to today though, I really need some alone time.
I keep walking the familiar path until I start to see that view of forest slowly decrease. I speed up my pace, trying to get to this safe haven as soon a possible.
I finally come in contact with the familiar scent and touch of the plant in the open field. At first I never noticed a scent, but the more I went, the more I really payed attention to the little things. I know it's really weird, but this place has a distinct smell.
I go over to an empty patch over grass and sit with my legs criss crossed as I close my eyes and inhale the fresh air.
I'm interrupted from my peaceful state when I hear my phone ding from my purse.
from: gilinsky 💸😈
Hey, wyd?
I smile and what he put for his name then type a reply
To: gilinsky 💸😈
Hey! I'm not doing much. Wbu?
From: gilinsky 💸😈
Same here. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?
To: gilinsky 💸😈
Umm, sure! Where and what time?
From: gilinsky 💸😈
Would Panera be fine in like 45 minutes?
To: gilinsky 💸😈
Yeah! I'll be there 😁
From: gilinsky 💸😈
See you there 😏😂
