Cliché (MUKE)

He doesn't f*cking deserve me and he never did!

"You look like a right mess." A teenage guy says as he sees me.

"I just broke up with my boyfriend, don't comment on how I look." I told him sternly.

"Ow that sucks, I'm sorry for your boyfriend." He says, I raise an eyebrow at him.

"You look pretty cool and I'm sure you're very handsome when you're not looking like you just walked out of a tornado." He says with a shrug, I chuckle but then look away from him because I didn't need cheering up right now. I needed my bed and I needed to cry.

The plane ride back was hell because everytime I closed my eyes I felt a tear roll down my cheek I wasn't going to cry in public. The looks of pity people gave me were getting on my nerves and when the hostess asked me if I needed tissues I snapped.

"Does it look like I fucking need tissues! Who the fuck do you think you are huh, leave me alone! I don't need your fucking sympathy and all of you others can stop staring at me like I just lost my whole family. I dumped HIM ok, I dumped HIM! He doesn't fucking deserve me and he never did, that asshole knew what he was doing to me and he's a lying son of a bitch and I would know because I've met his mother and she's a fucking bitch!" I yell, then I stare out of the window and nobody spoke to me for the rest of the flight and nobody looked at me with pity they all looked scared of me and that's how I liked it.

I got off the plane and called a cab back to my place, I didn't care about the costs or the time so when I got home I threw the bills at him, told him to keep the change and walked into my place. I almost tripped over the table that was by the door and swore loudly because obviously everything was settled, thank you Mali!

I left my suitcases by the door and trudged up to my room, finding it clean with new sheets and new linens, a new bigger wardrobe and it smelled nice. I groaned as I fell down onto my new bed. My new queen sized bed. What in the world did I do to deserve this?

I lay down in bed for what seems like hours, holding a cushion to my chest like I'd die without it, crying until my eyes stung and my throat hurt.

The next morning I did something I didn't think I'd ever be doing, I called up my mom and told her I was coming over. So that last weekend before I had to go back to work I spent with my mom, I met her boyfriend too but when she noticed the state I was in she asked him to leave and he did which I am grateful for. We might not have the best relationship ever but when I needed her the most she'd be there for me.

AN/ This wa short yeah but it had IMPORTANT info!!

There are only 4 chapters and an epilogue left you guys, I'm so upset actually right now :S Like Cliché will end somewhere next week :( I want to go cry now :( I'm sorry for putting this up ok this is sad news but I did need to warn you about it so you could all mentally prepare for the end...