Happiness [Book 2]

Chapter 61 - Girls vs. Boys

I smirked as he sat me down on me bed. "Ryder," I whispered with a smile on my face

"Yes?" He whispered, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you." I whispered, grabbing onto his neck lightly. He pushed me backwards so I was lying down on the bed. 

He gave me a kiss on the lips and it slowly deepened, turning into a heavy make-out session, but Ryder quickly pulled away, standing up and picking his bag up from the corner of my room.

"Where are you going?" I asked quietly, crawling over to the end of the bed. Ryder sighed and faced me.

"Look, Marley," He said, looking me dead in the eyes. "I don't love you anymore."

It felt like my heart was being torn out of my chest and stomped on. "W-what?" I whispered, trying not to cry.

"There's another girl - she's prettier, skinnier and she put out for me almost straight away." Ryder shrugged with a small smile. 

He walked out of my room and I followed him, grabbing his hand. "Please, I'll change. I-I'll work on my weight, I'll wear more make-up, I-" 

"God, Marley, you're clingy too! Can't you do anything right?" Ryder snapped, shaking his head and walking out of my room.

"No, Ryder!" I shouted, following him out of the door with tears streaming down my face. "Please!" I shouted, but he had disappeared. 

I broke down on the floor, sobbing into my hands and shaking. I'd lost him. I knew he'd find someone better, and he did. 

I sat up and looked around my room. It was as normal. I wiped my face and fell back down onto my pillow. It was only just a dream. I sighed loudly. 

I was just thanking the lord that it was only a dream and that Ryder hadn't found a new girl. I was still crying from my dream and my hand was sopping from wiping the tears. 

I sat up and fumbled on the bed side table in the dark before turning on my lamp and realising there was no tissues on the bed side table. I slid out of bed and walked to the kitchen, taking a tissue out of the box and standing in the middle of the dark room, wiping my eyes and blowing my nose.

"Are you okay?" Angie asked from the hallway where I could only just see her.

"Yeah," I sighed. "Just a bad dream." I waved it off, walking past her and to my room.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She whispered.

"No," I shook my head.

"Are you sure? It's meant to be better." Angie suggested.

"Nah, it's fine, Ange," she sighed and turned around, heading back to her room. "Night."

"Good night," I whispered, walking back into my room. 

Let's just hope that was a dream that doesn't come true.

***

At Glee club the next morning, Finn had told us Mr. Schue would be back for Glee club this afternoon, and everyone was excited and anxious to ask how his honeymoon went. 

Finn was all giddy about Nationals again and he kept on planning out songs, even though he didn't even know the theme for Nationals and we wouldn't find out until the end of March. 

"Hey, everyone!" Mr. Schue said, coming into the almost silent room. We all clapped and cheered for him. He smiled and stood in the middle of the room, trying to get us to calm down.