The Love Club

1

I pull my hood up over my head and trudge through the crowded hallways, not caring if I bump into anyone, and not stopping to apologize if I do. I wish I was anywhere on Earth but here right now, because school is the last thing I want to do today. I finally get to my locker, and as quickly as I can, gather my materials for the next class before I'm bombarded by a mob of sweaty jocks coming from the gym.

I look around at the walls, looking for a clock, but all I can see are prom posters and campaign signs for the prom king and queen runners, saying "Vote For Me!" The whole thing is a stupid popularity contest. Why don't we vote for someone who actually deserves it because they're smart or talented or funny, not just because they have a pretty face.

I decide I have a few minutes before class starts, so I should probably take this time to use the bathroom. Teachers are always yelling at me for having to get up to use the bathroom during class, and we're supposed to go before class anyways.

I make my way past the nerds, jocks, cheerleaders, chess team, and the in-betweeners (that's what I call the kids who don't have a clique they belong to). Finally I get to the bathroom. I look in the mirror.

My eyes are red and puffy from crying, my nose is running, my hair is a mess. Wait, I'd been crying? I hadn't noticed. I splash some cold water on my face and take a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~

I hear my phone ring. I decide not to answer it because I'm in my homework zone and if I'm disrupted I'm never gonna finish. I let it go to voicemail. It rings again, and I don't answer it. Stop calling me! I think. The phone rings once more, and I look to see its from Jarrett. It's gotta be important so I answer it.

"Hey!" I cheerfully say.

"Harper, I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore."

"W-what?"

"I'm breaking up with you."

"Jarrett, why?"

"Goodbye, Harper."

"Jarrett? JARRETT? DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME. I WANT ANSWERS. YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU JARRETT!"

I hang up and throw my phone across the room, screaming. It hits the wall and shatters. Shit. I'm gonna need a new phone.

I lay back on my bed and begin violently sobbing. Why did this happen? Why did my boyfriend of two years suddenly break up with me? I thought things were going so well. There was no indication that anything was wrong.

I kept crying until I couldn't anymore. I eventually fell asleep somehow.

~~~~~~~~END OF FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~

I lean against the bathroom wall, sobbing. I still can't believe it. I really loved him, and he just left me like I was nothing. I hear the bell ring for class, but I don't even care. I'd rather sit here and cry my eyes out than go to a stupid math class anyways. Then it hits me.

Prom.

I was going to go to the prom with Jarrett.

Shit. That obviously isn't happening now.

What am I gonna do??

The thought of it makes me cry even harder, and the sound of my sobs and heavy breathing drowns out the sound of the door opening.

"Hello?" I hear a quiet voice.

I quickly sniffle and wipe my nose on my jacket sleeve. "Hey," I manage to squeak out.

"I heard you crying, is everything okay?" The voice, belonging to a girl about my age, approaches me.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just a breakup is all. Thank you, though," I smile gratefully.

"I'm so sorry, and of course. My name is Dayna, I'm a senior, what about you?"

"I'm Harper and I'm also a senior."

"That's cool! Well, I should probably get back to class now, but I'll give you my number so we can maybe hang out later?" I nod and we exchange numbers. She exits the bathroom, leaving me to wallow in my self-pity.

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Hi! So this is my crappy attempt at writing a high school drama/romance story XD
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