Creative Writing Pieces

The Parking Lot

"What?" he asked me when he noticed the tear that had just slipped from my eye. "You didn't think I really loved you, did you?"

Another tear dropped from my face and hit the split concrete with a silent plop.

He smiled a devilish one. "Oh, you did! That's so cute." He gave my arm a playful punch.

He started to walk away when words finally escaped my lips. "Bastard! How could you be so cruel? I loved you!" I sounded so pathetic.

"I know; and that's what made it so easy." He said the sentence with his back to me, but I could still feel the stinging heat emanate from his psychotic grin.

"You're a liar and a coward."

He finally turned to face me, and he was no longer grinning like a Cheshire cat. "And you're a whining, desperate little girl. Look at how you're trying to get me stay. You'll do anything to prevent me from leaving – even acting as you are."

I glanced at the ground as his words penetrated my very core. He was right. I was trying everything – but that didn't mean what I was saying wasn't true.

"Oh, Aria. Poor lost Aria. You know I'm right, don't you?"

I didn't say anything in response. I wanted to, I just couldn't.

"You know, it's funny. Before we met, I don't think I had ever known anyone as pathetic as you."

That was it. I had had enough of him. "And before I met you, I never knew anyone as heartless and psychotic." I had meant to growl, but I chuckled to myself instead. My emerald eyes slimmed in delight. "Oh, Elliot. You have no idea how glad I am that we met." My voice wasn't shaky but smooth and sophisticated.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh? And why is that?"

"Because now I have the divine pleasure of leaving your ass in the dust."

His brows somehow went higher. "Are you serious? I'm the one who screwed you over; remember? You already lost."

"That's where you're wrong, pretty boy." My confidence had gone through the roof. I flipped my jet-black locks over my left shoulder. "You see, you may think you have won, but in reality, I have come out on top."

He furrowed his brows and his eyes widened a tad. "You're insane. I broke your heart."

I snickered. "No, not in the slightest. You know, the entire time you've been talking to me here in this abandoned parking lot, you could've been long gone, but you're still standing with me. Your plan of taking me here, breaking my heart and leaving isn't what's happening. Instead, you took me here, tried to break my heart, and are now being handed your head on a platter."

He scoffed. "Whatever; you're just a crazy bitch."

I slapped him right across his annoying face. "Said the jerk who tricked me and slept with me for a bet."

He was on the ground then, with his entire left cheek red from my hand, and an imprint of the ring he gave me. I tore it off my finger and chucked it at his head. I didn't get a chance to see where it hit him because I was already leaving with a smile on my face. I stopped for a second only to say, "Oh, and don't call me."

Boys never learn.