You sank back in your seat next to him, the one you loved. He wrapped his arm around you and you let your head fall onto his shoulder.
"Hey," he whispered in your ear and laid a kiss on your cheek.
You wrap your arms around him in a hug. This could be the best day ever, if everything works out.
"We have to get to school now," you mumble and give him a kiss back in return for his gift to you.
He shifted in his seat, moving you a bit away from him.
"What's wrong?" You ask, backing up to look him in the face.
He smiled and tried to hide his fear in his eyes. "Nothing," he said in his deep, husky voice that you loved. He ran his hands through your hair and hit a knot, then he quickly moved his hand back.
You frowned and looked into his deep, blue eyes. You could see a mixture of fear and guilt hidden behind his clouded eyes.
"What's wrong?" You repeated in a more stern, worried voice.
He laid a small kiss on your forehead. You could tell that he didn't mean this. Something was coming.
"I," he started and paused, "I can't do this anymore."
Another regection, the third one this week. Was he really breaking up with you? This couldn't be happening, or could it?
"I don't wanna be with you anymore." He was shaking now. He was scared you would break his arm.
"Oh," you pushed your hair out of your face and moved to the other side of the couch. "Okay."
He covered his face, thinking that it would hide him from your rage. But you weren't angry. You were actually use to this now. This was your third break up this year. They always tried to go for you in hopes to either get you out of school to save his friends or everything was just a dare. You really weren't that bad, were you?
