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How Dare You Try Breaking a Broken Heart

Okay, so maybe I was being a little dramatic, running out like that. But what could I say? I was a dramatic person. So when something like this happens, yes, I was going to storm out of the room like it's nobody's business and I was going to lock myself in my room.

"Oh, get over yourself," I imitated what a crueler me would say in a nagging voice.

I rolled my eyes and collapsed on my bed, sprawling out and then grabbing a pillow and hugging it. Now that the sadness was drained out, all that was left was anger, which I conveniently split between my dad, Liam, and Liam's mom. Not my mom. Liam's.

There was a thud from downstairs which signaled Mom's and Dad's enter. I kind of expected a lecture from either of them about how 'impolite' I was. But all that followed that thud was silence.

It must've been a couple of hours before my mom came in to say goodnight to me. She didn't betray any emotion at all. So after that I turned on the t.v.

***

I walked to school the next day with Danise and Onika. We avoided Liam by going down another street which circled around instead of going straight to the school. Because of this we were late, but it was worth it to not risk the encounter.

It was after lunch that I decided I didn't want to go through anymore awkward classes with Liam. That's what drove me to go to the main office and ask.

"Are there any other classes I could take?" I begged. "Any?"

The lady shook her head. "You have to stay in the class you were assigned to. Is there a problem with the teacher?"

I shook my head. "Never mind. Thank you," I said without emotion.

Great. Now I'm stuck with Liam as my lab partner.

Reluctantly, I sat next to Liam in lab class; fifth period. I kept telling myself that the day was almost over, but it didn't make matters any better. The bell rang as soon as I got to my seat and Liam wasn't there. I smiled. Or perhaps I WOULDN'T be stuck with him as my lab partner.

Ha. Funny. I used to be OVERJOYED to have him as my lab partner. It made biology class extremely more tolerable. Now he was like a tick in my skin. A really lovable, adorable, forgivable tick...oh god.

"Is everything alright Miss Hester?" the teacher called.

I let go of the crumpled papers that I realized I was gripping tightly and unfortunately, loudly.

"Uh, yes, Mr. Richard."

Everyone was muffling their laughter like the immature 16-year-olds they were. I rolled my eyes and therefore seeing Liam enter the doorway with a tardy sheet from the attendance office. My heart skipped a beat and I thought I would have a heart attack. My eyes remained on him as he made his way to the seat next to me, as they always had. But this time my eyes weren't holding adoration. It was regret. Lots and lots of regret.

He didn't talk to me and I secretly wished he had. I repeated things to myself several times:
Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it. You don't love him anymore. Obviously he doesn't love you.

I must've not even realized that I was groaning with agitation. The teacher excused me from class with obvious agitation.

I knew I couldn't go through that again so I bailed and skipped my last class. Sure, I knew my parents would get an email that I was absent for 6th period and perhaps a call home from Mr. Richards.

Walking for probably an hour, my phone eventually buzzed. I expected it to be my mom or dad or even my school principal perhaps but it was neither of those. It was Liam.

Ignore it? Answer it? I couldn't decide.