He asked her casually. They were dating for months now, so she didn't think much. The girl nodded, now trying to squeeze between students, who are also hurrying to their classes.
The whole 45 minutes of class time, she was curious about what he was going to tell her. It was her 6th period, and surprisingly - her last. It was a nice day today, a perfect friday for going out. Or staying in, she thought and chuckled for herself.
The class was a mess. Noone was listening to the teacher, and the teacher's attempts to stop it - didn't seem to work. But she, was standing out. She wasn't talking to anyone, but instead - she was happily doodling in her sketchbook. She was never a loud one, rather prefering to stay quiet, or listen to whatever the other side has to say. Her boyfriend always pointed that out, and how much he loves that. Nothing could go wrong today, the girl happily thought to herself.
The class bell just rang, and everyone was rushing out of class. It is Friday, and I don't think that anyone would like to stay in this humid building anymore. The weather outside was chilly - it was late November, but the sun was still shining.
She quietly put her things in her bag, then standing up, wishing a good weekend to her teacher, and finally walking out. Unfortunate for her, she saw her arts teacher holding a few easels, from the looks - trying to get it somewhere. She instantly ran up to the teacher, hoping she could be any of help. And she was. Turns out that the Art Club was happening elsewhere today, and she needed to move those. The woman was getting old, but was as cheery as ever. She loved her art teacher, and would never be the one to not help out others.
After that was done, she was finally able to get to her locker. She wanted to rush into her boyfriend's arms, but knew it was way too cold to go there without the needed clothing. She rested her bag on the ground, and started putting on her coat, then scarf, then hat, and then gloves. When she was done, the girl shut her locker, grabbed her bag and took out her phone. She instantly turned on the messenger app, and texted her boyfriend.
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She quickly placed her phone in her coat pocket and threw her bag on her shoulder. She then walked outside, just to be greeted by the very cool late autumn air. She sighed, with a smile planted on her face. She ran to the place where her boyfriend asked her to come.
She saw, and widely smiled at him, but he - didn't smile back. Maybe he doesn't see me? she thought. But she shrugged it off rather quickly.
'Hey,' She breathed out with a huff. He nodded at her, pulling his scarf down.
'Okay, so listen,' He spoke out. 'I hope you don't get mad, but I want to say this to you.'
Now, now she was confused. He was all okay over text, but now? He's acting rather weird. She stood there, her cheeks flushed from the cool weather, staring into his eyes. They weren't dull, but also weren't full of happiness. What was going on?
'So I have to tell you,' He let out a 'We must break up.'
