Chapter 1

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"Ow-stop. You're hurting me!" Eric loosened his grip on Becka's shoulders. "Sorry. I didn't mean to." His face reddened. He stared at the snow covered-windshield. Becka slid away from him until her shoulder bumped the car door. She adjusted the collar of her coat.
Why am I sitting here kissing him? She thought. I'm going to break up with him. Big wet snowflakes continued to fall. The windows were completely blanketed now. It's like being inside an igloo, Becka thought, shivering. Turning his dark eyes to hers, Eric
Leaned forward reaching for her.
She raised her arm to block him. "We have to talk" she said, not meaning to sound shrill.
"Talk?" He giggled for some reason. Becka realised that she hated his giggle. It always burst out at the wrong time.
He stretched his arm around her and tried to pull her closer. "No. Really." She insisted, twisting to get out from under his arm.
He acted hurt. "What do you wanna talk about?"Becka chewed the tip of her thumb, a nervous habit. Here goes, she thought. Her stomach felt feathery. Her throat tightened.
She realised she always felt jumpy around Eric. They'd been dating for three months. But she never felt comfortable with him.
He was so.....so needy.
She stopped chewing her thumb, clasped her hands together in her lap. "I think we need to talk about....things." It was cold in the car, parked beside the woods, the engine off, no heater. She shivered again. Eric rolled his eyes. "Why do you always want to talk?" His voice revealed more than impatience, he sounded
Angry.
"Why don't you ever want to talk?" She demanded. Her voice trembled, the feathers in her stomach turned to stone.
Don't cry. She instructed herself. Biting her lower lip.
Sucking in a deep breath. "I think we should break up"
He double takes, and pauses, then shrugs "meh, okay"
Okay? She thinks. She's taken back by his casualty, she thought he'd at Liest be a little upset, they've been dating for quite a while. So she thought it meant more to him, then an; meh okay.

After a painfully dead silent drive home, he lets her get out of the car and instantly speeds off, before she even gets into the house.

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