Heartchrusher

Amelia Porter

I look at my phone in disbelief. How could he send that? I clutch the phone so intensly it cuts into my palm. My eyes tear up, a common occurrence these days. The phone beeps twice and I lift it to see a new message from Xavier. I clench my tethered in anger and chuck the phone at the wall by the door. "AGH!!!" I lie on my bed and ball up, tears wracking my body. Boys are so stupid! He's stupid.
We'd only just started dating and we haven't gone out once. Of course he'd end things on the 5th day. As if things couldn't get better if we gave them time. I cry out until my throat is soar and only braying sounds escape. I look teary eyed to my phone. Sudenly I'm up and crawling for it. I sit and lean against the room and dial in Georgia ' familiar number. After two rings she picks up. She barely has time to ramble off a hello before words start tumbling for my mouth.
"Woah, woah, slow down! What happend?" I hear her fumble with her phone on the other line, taking it off speaker, most likelh. "Say that again, slowly."
I nod even though she can't see me. I take a shaky breathe and start to tell her everything that happend over the past two days in a few short words, " It's all your fault! All of it! You set us up together, pushing me to do something I never considered. You're the worst friend ever! You're the reason we broke up!" My voice cracks and the tears start flowing again.
"WHAT!?" I hear Georgia fumble again, almost dropping the phone. "Why did you break up with him?"
" I didn't break up with anyone, he broke up with me!" I shout incredulously."
Georgia makes a tching sound and readjusts her phone, c using the connection toncrackle. "That's not what he said."
"He wanted me to tell him what I wanted out of a relationship 3 days in, and because I didn't have an answer, he manipulated me until we agreed to just be friends! He broke up with me!" Drop a hand to my lap, realizing how rediculous I sound. He didn't make me do anything. I'm just to stupid to take a hint.
"Calm down, Amelia, just talk to me," Georgia pleads softly.
"I never should have dated him; he was right, I did just want to be friends, but now I've botched that too! That's why I have a rule," I pause to the in the air steadily streaming out of my lungs in ragged puffs.
"To never date a friend," Georgia says with me.
"Ugh, it used to be so easy to follow that rule, heh, no, matter..." I trail off and stare bleary eyed outside the window across from me. "He hates me, and I hate him. Tell that Bastard to stay the hell away from me," I growl. I narrow my eyes and end the call. Immediately, the texts between Zach and me pop up. I read over the last line over and over. He didn't want me, he never did.
I shut off the phone, but the message remains imprinted on my brain.
If you want a friend, let's just be friends. It's what you want after all.