Tell Her

5

AN: POV's will be a mix of both moving forward.

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Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I was proven wrong.

It hasn't even been a week since Freen and I started avoiding each other and the school seems to find an entertainment through the expense of our breakup.

I wanted this to be as easy for her as possible but the odds are obviously not in our favor. I've been trying my best to find a way for this gossiping to die down with no luck and I can only hope that Freen is handling this better than I do.

Some people are certainly not happy with how things went, and when I say some people I meant Nam, her best friend. I could feel the hostility from each glare she throws at me every time I see her in the hallways or anywhere we cross paths at school.

But I know I deserved it.

Hell, I dragged Freen's name by telling everyone we're dating and made a public display of affection with her for months just to shoo away any possible romantic interests that comes my way. I didn't even consider how it would affect her reputation and beliefs about romance.

To top it all off, she ended up liking me, and I just had to be that terrible person to reject her genuine feelings because I apparently don't believe in love, ruining her happy ever after fairytale and love ideals altogether.

I'm the worst.

I won't be surprise if she change her mind about being friends after all this. I don't deserve her friendship.

"I don't get it. Why are you guys not talking to each other? How long is this post breakup ignoring-each-other thing going to last?" Irin asked, deep frown etched on her face as she separates the olives from her salad and putting it on a paper towel to throw away later.

Freen usually eats the olives for her back when we're still having lunches together. Her mom prepares her lunch and she hates throwing away food. I hate olives but Freen likes them.

I sighed, "We're not pretending to ignore each other." I muttered, not eager to talk about it.

She turned to me, confused written on her face. "What do you mean? Isn't this a pretend break up? You can still be friends you know? Some ex-lovers can still be friends with each other and-"

"She likes me, Rin." I said, dropping my head to my hands on the table. I can feel a headache coming.

"What?" She gasped, leaning closer to my face. "What do you mean she likes you?" She asked, voice just above a whisper. As if people would hear her with how noisy the cafeteria is.

I rolled my eyes, turning my head to face her, "She told me she liked me and that's the reason we 'broke up'."

She took few seconds to process what I said and with wide eyes and mouth hung open, she looked at me like I just grown two heads.

"You did not, Becky." She said after a while. Unbelieving.

I shrugged, not knowing how to defend myself anymore. "I can't, Rin. I don't do love."

She gasp audibly, full attention turned to me, her lunch long forgotten. "Becky oh my god! You did not just pretend to date her, acted in love with her in public, so sickeningly must I add, and did not expect her to develop some.. some real feelings for you. I mean, if you hadn't told me about the agreement between you I would have believed you really liked her! You just had that I'm so in love with Freen and I will love her forever look on you!"

I let out a heavy sigh, propping my elbows on the table as I try to find my words.

"I shouldn't really have done that." I replied begrudgingly.