I Was Saved... by the Jerkface

Eavesdropping

God, I felt so stupid. I know that's a classic line from a girl who's basically been dumped and heartbroken, but it's true. I felt like the biggest idiot in the world.

Because why would I think for even a second that I would or could stop Blake from leaving New York? If that's what he really wanted to do, then there should have been no doubt in my mind that he would do it. He wouldn't stay for me.

It was really selfish, and again, incredibly stupid, to think that he would stay behind for me. Oklahoma was his home, and if he wanted to leave me here he could do it. It's not like I cared.

Okay, I lied. I do care. A lot. And I've basically spent the last three days in bed, crying my eyes out. I skipped school yesterday, which was Monday, and I told my mom I was sick. I think she knew better and suspected that there was something wrong, but she knew better than to press the subject.

My mom and I had become more distant lately, something I was regretting more and more now that Blake had resigned himself from my life.

Just the thought of Blake no longer being around sent me into a fit of tears, but I quickly wiped them from my cheeks and dried my eyes. I would not cry any more today. It was six a.m. and I was going to school today. I didn't know how I would handle seeing him in gym class, but I would just have to deal. I would not cry any more.

"Hey mom, can you take me to school today?" I asked her, peeping my head into her room where she and my dad were laying on the bed, my dad still sleeping.

"Sure honey. Isn't Blake taking you?" She had long since found out that it was Blake driving me to school, not Gabby.

"No, I don't think he'll be taking me any more," I replied vaguely. My mom shot me a confused look that said, I know there's something you're not telling me, but she didn't say anything, thank goodness.

"Oh, alright sweetie. Let me know when you're ready and we can go," she said, getting out of bed and shoving her feet into her fuzzy blue slippers.

I went back to my room to take a fast shower and didn't even bother drying my hair afterwards. I simply threw it up into a careless messy bun, grabbed a t-shirt and sweatpants, slung my backpack over my back and hopped into the car with my mom, sans makeup.

My mom dropped me off in the front of the school, and I decided today would be a good day to give her a kiss on the cheek goodbye. I knew I would probably need the motherly love for the next few hours to come.

My first few classes were uneventful. I sat in the back of the classroom, as usual, and Gabby talked while I pretended to listen. I wasn't in the mood to catch up on all the latest gossip I'd missed yesterday when I was "sick."

Lunch came and went, and I was lucky enough not to see Blake anywhere. Not that I was looking for him.

My feet felt like they were a hundred pounds each as I shuffled into the locker room to get dressed for gym. I put on my clothes slowly, wanting to waste as much time as possible before I had to go upsairs to the main gym and face him.

But to my utmost surprise, he wasn't there. It was now halfway through the class period, and he still hadn't shown up. I decided to ask somebody where he was, because regardless, he was still my best friend. As much as I hated to admit, I still wanted to know if he was okay.

"Hey Ben," I shouted across the gym while the other people in the class were busy kicking a soccer ball back and forth.

"Yeah?" he replied, whipping his head around and scanning the class to see who had called his name. His eyes found me, and I walked up to him, meeting him halfway between us.