Break

Chapter Seven

I walk into class and see him sitting there, the beautiful boy from the hall. Our eyes meet as I take the seat next to him. He slips a piece of bright pink paper onto my desk. His number is scrawled out neatly next to a tiny heart in the center of the paper.

I sit up in bed, the dream of how we first met still lingering in my mind. It doesn't hurt this time. It seems just like a memory; a moment that brings a smile to my lips, yet one that I don't want to revisit.

I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling until I drift off to sleep. Dreams of him and dreams of our break up haunt me painlessly for the rest of the night.