Broken

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*One Month Later*

Your POV:
"Turn to page five, copy the words and their definitions for the rest of the class."

Two words written on my paper, my phone vibrates.

New Text Message

Evan: "I miss you. I'm sorry for the things I said. Please let me know you're ok."

I can't talk to him. I'm not ready. But he won't leave me alone if I don't say something, so I shoot a quick reply.

Me: "In class."

This isn't the way I wanted to start my senior year; Evan's fans playing 20 questions with me everyday, the tabloids writing lie after lie about us, and to top it all off I'm here without Evan.

Sighing internally, I attempt to focus on my definitions once again.

Evan's POV:

My Baby: "In class."

With just those two words the pieces of my heart crumble to dust.

I debate texting her again but decide better of it for fear of making things worse.

Maybe she's better off without me. She can find her a new-better guy. One that she will be happy wi-hell to the no. She's mine. Only mine. But she doesn't even want to talk to me after what happened.

*One Month Earlier/Night of the Results*

Evan's POV:
"Baby? What does it say? I'm loosing my mind out here."

Standing in the doorframe her eyes won't meet mine, "I'm not" she says so low I barely hear. Slight relief washes through me as I move to stand next to her.
"Baby? You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." She refuses to look at me.
"You're not fine. Otherwise you'd be looking at me right now."
"I..." She trails off finally looking in my eyes.
"What is it baby? Talk to me."
"I just feel.....I don't know..." She trails off chewing her lip.
"You're upset cause you're not pregnant?" I hope she doesn't catch the disbelief in my voice. The look on her face says she did.
"I...I don't know....maybe." She whispers. The part of my brain that filters what I say has malfunctioned because suddenly the words "are you kidding me?" pop out of my mouth.

The words hang in the air between us in an awkward silence, the look on her face is nothing but hurt-shock, she blinks a few times then looks away.

"I see. So all that stuff about staying with me forever, being stuck with you, all that was bullshit huh? Oh wait no I get it, it only applied to if I wasn't pregnant right?
"Baby no-that's-I-look, pregnant or not I will stand by you. I'm just saying I figured that you'd be relieved that we dodged that bullet. We have our whole lives ahead of us and neither of us wants to be saddled with a baby right now."

As soon as the words leave my mouth I know I've majorly screwed up.

"Fuck no (Y/N) I didn't-" she holds up her hand stopping me, "I...I get it." Her smile is a mask that doesn't reach her eyes. I make a move towards her but she takes a step back shaking her head.

"Thank you for telling me how I'm supposed to feel. Also thank you for letting me know how you really feel about things. I'm going to go and let you live your life while I live mine."
"C'mon (Y/N) don't be like that. Please."

She heads to the bedroom shoving her belongings into her bag, I hobble after her hoping to make her stay.

"(Y/N), baby, c'mon please stop. Let's talk this out."
"I think we've said all there is to say Evan. It's best if I just go."

Sudden anger takes over my body, my next words, I can't take back. They are the stupidest, most untrue words I have ever uttered in my whole life; "fine! I give up, go! I don't want you here! Just get out! Leave me alone! Us together again was a mistake!"

Times comes to a screeching halt, as well as her packing frenzy. All the hurt that I just inflicted shines bright in her (Y/E/C) eyes.

Without another word she heaves her bag over her shoulder then exits the room. The last thing I hear is the front door slam.


A/N: Will you two be able to fix things or is this the end?? Also please excuse any errors I was up until 5am writing this for you people lol. 😝 I hope you like it. ❤️💙

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