Galaxies

Breaking up

London.

I wake to my alarm the next morning. It's a Thursday. I get dressed, into a light blue long sleeved shirt and gray joggers. Blade texts me.

Here

I smile for no reason, and grab my bag and a granola bar on the way out the door. Blade is blasting a bass heavy song from her car, and seems to be jamming out. I giggle.

"Hey dork," I greet her, getting in the car.
"Hello!" She says, a wide smile on her face.

I notice she's wearing the same skinny and shoes from last night, and a plain black t shirt on top. She looks slightly disheveled. I don't mention it, because it is the morning, so everyone looks disarrayed.

We drive to school, and Blade acts like a doof the whole way, singing and dancing as she drives. I laugh at her antics, and gently punch her shoulder when she does something extra dumb.

We pull up to the curb, and see Ryan. That's when I remember, and Blade kindly reminds me.

"Yo time to break up with asshat," she cheers.

I sigh and get out of the car, walking to him. His muscles pop out of his shirt as he extends his arms for a hug. I stop before I reach him.

"Ryan... Can we talk?" I ask.
"Sure, babe. Where?"
"Um... Over by the tables?" I ask, gesturing towards some outdoor lunch seating which a few groups of students are huddled around, trying to finish forgotten homework assignments.

We walk to one of the tables and sit down. I quickly text Blade backup, which she knows is code for stay close just in case. A few moments later, I see her walk over and sit a few tables away over Ryan's shoulder. I sigh.

"So what's up, baby?" He asks, acting too cool and nonchalant.
"Um... See... The thing is...I... This isn't working," I sputter. I've never been good at breaking up with people.
"What do you mean?" He retorts.
"Us, it... It's not working."
"Well I think it's working fine."
"I don't."
"So what do you want to do about it?"
"I... I don't want to see you any more."

"You're breaking up with me?" He asks, looking angry and hurt.
"Y-yes," I stutter.
"Why?"
"Because this isn't working."
"Who told you that? Your stupid little lesbian girlfriend?"
"What? I don't-"
"Oh, come on. What's her name? Sword?"
"Bla-"
"Yeah. I knew you were a lesbian."
"I'm not a-"
"Yes you are, you bitch."
"No I-"
"Yes you are! Go fuck yourself, you stupid cunt."

Then he stood up, his tall, brooding figure over me, and he smacked me right across the face. It stung, tears welling in my eyes.

"Faggot," he spat.

And then I saw a flurry of black behind him.