Living With a Sweetheart

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I ignored them once they left, and I opened my locker to retrieve a letter. I noticed it was crumpled up, so I had to fix that. Then, I read the ink all over it.

Dear Faith,
Meet me in the back of the school today at 3:30 pm. I must talk to you and show you something. Please meet me exactly at 3:30, no sooner, no less. Thank you, and I appreciate it.

It was 3:28 right now, so I better start walking. I didn't feel safe about this, I had no idea what to do or who this person was. I reached the corner of the school outside, that lead to the back. I looked at my phone, exactly 3:30. So I walked in the center of the back, and waited. Then, I saw someone walking up to me from the left. "Uhm, who are you?" I asked, trying to sneak a glimpse.

Finally, the figure appeared visible. It was.. Lucas? "Hey, Faith," Lucas said, nervously. "Why'd you wanna meet me here? And why a note?" I asked, now putting my hands on my hips. "Listen.." Lucas replied, sitting on the grass. I sat with him. "I think.. Well... Let me just get it out. I think we should spend some time apart," Lucas answered, putting his head in his knees. "What do you mean?" I asked, scooting closer. "You know what I mean, Faith! Break up!" He yelled, throwing his hands in the air.

"Why..?" I asked, quietly. "There's been so much drama ever since we dated. Rumors, drama, Janice, fights, more drama, sweet seat, all of those things," Lucas answered, not looking at me. "Don't you know we could just ignore that stuff?" I answered, getting pushy. "Yes! I've tried billions of times! But more keeps coming and I'm done! I'm done!" Lucas yelled, angry of my questions. "Fine. Fine! If you really want to break up, then we will. Goodbye Lucas," I whispered, my eyes filling up with tears. I noticed Lucas was trying to lean in and kiss me, but I moved away quickly.

I ran off as fast as I ever could, tearing up the note in my hand. After that, I threw it in the street for cars to run over. Tears finally flooded my eyes, making an escape. But I kept running, all the way to my house.

I finally got to the house, and I ran inside, throwing my backpack on the ground and slamming the door and locking it. I couldn't help it anymore, I cried. Loudly. Why would Lucas do that...? I threw myself on the couch, crying. I kept crying until I heard the garage open. Mom must've been home.  "Honey, you here?" She called out, placing her purse on the counter.

I didn't answer, but she knew because she saw a sight of my backpack near the door. "You okay?" She asked, walking in the room. I shrugged, my face in the pillow.  "Wanna talk?" She asked, sitting beside me and stroking my hair. I sat up, and immediately hugged her. Then, I bawled on her shoulder. "It's alright. Let's just talk."

I spilled out everything that happened, and my mom just sat there in sorrow. "Don't worry dear, Lucas is unlucky now," she said, hugging me again. "Yeah, but it felt like I was actually living with a sweetheart." I mumbled.