I took a sigh of relief. I handed my teacher my calc final and left the classroom. I knew I passed that test. Marcel was a huge help last night. I went to my locket to switch notebooks. I still had some time before the bell rang so I started to head to the library. I needed to see if they finally got a book I had been asking for. That's when I saw them. Marcel was sitting at a table with Heather, the head cheerleader. She had her hand on his upper arm and was giggling. She and I used to be friends, so I knew what the signs of her shameless flirting were. I didn't feel like arguing with him right now. Especially after what happened last night. But I didn't want Heather to flirt with my boyfriend any longer. I walked over to the table and stood in front of Marcel. "Hey babe!" He said when he noticed me. Heather was giving me dirty looks. "Can I talk to you?" I asked him. "Sure. I'll be right back." He told Heather and I wanted to smack her. We went between some of the shelves of the books. "How did the test go?" He asked me, oblivious to what was going on. "Why are you here with Heather?" He looked taken aback, "Helping her study for a test. She asked me to this morning." I scoffed, "Well you guys should teach me the trick of studying with your books closed!" He rolled his eyes at me, "I thought we got passed the jealousy thing, (y/n)." "I did, but I can't believe you aren't even try to stop her flirting! It's embarrassing that my boyfriend is letting another girl flirt with him in front of everyone." I argued. "She isn't flirting with me." He mumbled. "Oh please! I used to be friends with her I know her flirting techniques. Don't be so naive." I said. Word vomit again. "So now I'm naive for helping someone out?" He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows. "No you are naive because she is just using you." I stated. We stood there staring at each other. Neither of us wanted to say they were sorry. I knew I wasn't backing down. I knew what I had to do even if it would kill me. It's what I had to do all along. "Marcel, we were crazy to think this was going to work." I muttered, looking down at my shoes. "Wh--what are you trying to say?" He asked. "Maybe we should just end things now, before someone gets hurt. It's inevitable." I couldn't look him in the eyes while I spoke. I felt my throat get all tight like it usually did when I wanted to cry. "No! I'm not letting you do this! Stop running from me!." He grabbed my hands and tried to pull me into a hug but I resisted. "I'm sorry, Marcel." I left him standing there as I held back my tears.
