Pretty Girls Don't Deserve True Love

Prologue

The final heartbreak: 

My thought process is disturbed by an aggressive knock on the door. As I was walking towards the door all I could think is that I wasn't expecting company. Anyway, if anyone I know was to pay me a visit they would atleast have the courtesy to tell me about it first. A simple text would suffice.

I had my "home look" on. Oversized athletic shorts, a tight tank top and a giant gray zip-up. That sexy attire and the rain outside completed my "depressed teen in a music video" look. I walk barefoot on the cold hardwood floor catching a glimpse of my reflection as I maneuver past the open bathroom. I make a short trip to the kitchen and pull out of a pocket knife out of my father's drawer. You can never be too careful. Finally I make way to the door, hiding the knife in my giant pocket. Getting up on my tiptoes, I try see the figure through the peep-hole, but the raindrops have completely fogged it.

Carefully, I open the door to see that the figure standing there was Ryden. His white Vineyard Vines shirt is soaking wet and turned see through putting his pecs on display like a wet T-shirt contest. His usually gelled up hair has now fallen down to pass his eyebrows and in his hand he was holding one single beaten up rose.

"Hey." he whimpers plainly, while semi-reaching the flower out to me.

"What do you want?" I say in displeasement.

"I missed you." he states immediately causing me to roll my eyes.

"Ryden this is the most cliche thing I ever heard." I say while making an effort to close the door. Ryden throws half of his body in the doorway preventing me from completing my action.

"Evelina please hear me out." he shouts in desperation. I stop the door midway to keep it from actually hitting his torso and smack it fully open so our bodies stand parallel to each other.

"Oh so you miss me? But don't you miss the girl you left me for? C'mon Ryden! Won't you miss all that she had to offer you that I couldn't?" I shout hysterically, but my voice calms when I begin to say "You said it yourself Ryden, I'm inferior to her. So why won't you miss her?"

It takes him a few seconds to process my rant to which he finally responds "I miss the girl that loves me"

"Then you are at the wrong girls doorstep" I say calmly, I give a painful chuckle and finish the phrase "I don't love you anymore". An awkward pause lays between us, the rain is strengthened and in the distance lighting draws a postcard worth image.

"Evelina..." he whispers into the silence. He drops his hand from its the position that it lay in for the entirety of the encounter, holding the rose right in the center of his chest,

"And I'm not sure if I ever did." I shrug my shoulders and continue painfully laughing. I cross my arms hugging my body and rubbing away the chills. "How could I? Right?" and the laughter takes me over.

"You find this funny?" he questions me in bitterness, finally fully dropping the flower to the hard granite of my doorstep.

"And you don't?" I stop laughing for a brief second, open my arms and shout "Our relationship was a joke!" an effective thunder hits in the distance as make my statement.

He wiped the hair out of his face, gently squeezing some of the water out of his bangs. "To me it wasn't" he says slowly. For some reason that triggers me stronger than it shouldve.

"How dare you even say that?!" I shout spitting in his face "You..you..you're the one that made it a joke! You were a stupid kid..Hell! You still are a stupid kid. What happened between us was a two week long breeze. You thought I fell in love with you? Ryden, after the horrible things that you've done you still expect anyone to love you? In those two weeks you opened my eyes to the reality that every high school boy is just a horny asshole. How can you ever talk about love? You come here to my doorstep with your Maserati parked in the tow zone and talk about "missing me". Shit Ryden! Just be honest and say that you want to put your dick in me!"

He freezes, with his eyeball almost popping out of the socket and then as if a hockey puck just hit him he shouts "I parked my Maserati in the tow zone?" and runs off

"Ugh I fucking hate you Ryden! Is that all you heard?" I scream ripping my lungs out "I hope you fucking crash!" and another effective thunder hits with my words.

As I smack the door closed, I quickly reply the entire encounter in my head and feel silently disgusted with myself. This just in was the cheesiest, most dumb romantic comedy moment that I hoped to never experience.