The Breakup Planner

09

How did my relationship with Noah end? Settle in while I tell you the story of how I constructed my own break up that lead me to go to where I am tonight.

Rachel wanted to break things off with Caleb since they were in different University's and that she found the guy that's for her in her University which was in UC Berkeley. While her boyfriend Caleb was in my University, I decided to do research. He was an athlete like me which made it easier for me to observe and know him from people around.

He wasn't like any jock that I personally knew, he wasn't the guy that any girl would want to break up with. He had higher than average grades, he's a good athlete- hence, being the Running back of the team and vying for the Quarterback position. He's got a tooth for sweets, he's generous to his friends by sharing his home-cooked meals that he made by himself and treating them outside every now and then, he's got an egoistic personality especially when girls ask to get a picture with him or when they profess their love for him but I can see that he's sweet.He went to this flower shop and got it delivered it to Rachel.

I know what you're thinking, you're thinking 'Poppy, how would you know that it was for Rachel? You're kind of stalking the guy.' I'm just observing him not for my personal use- well, kind of but not really. I asked Rachel and she confirmed that it was delivered to her.

He meets his mother every Saturday night, they have dinner with his older brother that's in the marketing business and his little sister that's still in elementary level. How would I know? Because when my family visits me during Saturday we always go to this restaurant where he meets with his family.

Rachel paid me $200 which was unusual since she didn't follow anything that I said. Their break up was messy- Messy, how? She met up with him and hooked up in his apartment and Rachel breaks up with him afterwards saying, " You're the perfect guy, but not for me. I'm sorry."

Who followed my advices to Rachel? My own boyfriend, Noah.

He picked me up in UCLA just to go to parties, he would drink with his friends while I was there, sober and drinking Iced tea. He would always tell me that he was struggling to study his Math and Science subjects and I badly wanted to help him but as I said, I was more or less 350 miles from him, he would tell me that a lot of girls would come up to him and ask for his number and I couldn't contact him whenever I could call him, I would leave him voice messages but he wouldn't reply even though he's seen it. He would text me whenever I wasn't online or available, how could I not see this coming?

He didn't contact me for two days and when he did an hour ago, he called me to break things off with me.

"I'm not denying the fact that my name is Poppy Amelia Hart. There's no such thing as a Break up planner, you might be mistaken." I said.

He chuckled sarcastically, " I have a lot of connections and that means that I have friends studying Information Technology and Computer related courses. The IP address belongs to you."

"Can we talk about this a different time?" I asked him politely.

"No, we need to talk about this now."

"No." I said and that seemed to tick him off since he left cash on the counter and carried me bridal style.

"What are you doing!" I yelled.

"Babe, we have to go outside. We don't want to make a scene inside the bar." He said clenching his teeth.

I rolled my eyes, "Babe, I can walk on my own." I said.

"I don't want you to escape from my arms." He said and all the people around us muttered 'Aww'.

Psh, they didn't know that I was getting man handled.

When we got outside he let me stand up and opened up a car door, I looked what kind of car it is. It is the familiar Audi R8 that I used to change oil and remove scratches from in my Uncle's shop.

"You're from Ridgefort." I muttered.

His brows furrowed, "Just get in."

I went in his car and he went in the Driver's side and started the car. As the engine roared to life, I tried to hide the excitement. This might be my last few hours alive and I'm giddy because of a car.

"How did you know that I live in Ridgefort?" He asked as he drove.

"Uhh-" I said dumbfounded. "I thought you looked familiar." I lied.

He looked confused and suspiciously at me. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"Somewhere where we can talk privately." He said as he drove farther away from the city.

"Where is that exactly?" I asked in the calmest tone that I could muster-which was a shaky above the whisper voice.

"Why did Rachel wanted to break up with me?" He asked.

"Because she can't take the distance." I said.

"Bullshit."

"That's what she said." I said.

"That's all? The distance?" He asked

"I'm not supposed to say what-"

"I don't fucking care!" He exclaimed. "I didn't get a reason why she would break up with me! She just did!"

"I don't know if you could handle it." I said.

"If you can't see, I'm a guy. I'm not a girl who couldn't take the truth."

"Hey! That's sexist of you to say!" I exclaimed.

"Just tell me why!"

"She had her eyes on another guy." I blurted.

"And you helped her break up with me?" He asked while looking like he could wrestle Brock Lesnar or something.

"No."

"Poppy, I don't like liars."

"Yeah, she did e-mailed a request and payed $200 but she didn't follow anything that I said. Because if she did, you wouldn't have followed me into the bar and carried me and drove all the way to wherever we're going." I said.

"Oh, because your plan always work." He said mockingly.

"Yes, it does work. Every time." I said proudly. "Is that why you carried me all the way here for? To ask why she broke up with you?"

"It just doesn't make sense." He said. "Why would she pay that much money to not follow your plan?"

'Maybe because your ex girlfriend wanted my boyfriend and used my advice to tell my boyfriend how to break up with me.' I thought as I clenched my knuckles.

"Why not ask her?"

"She blocked my number."

"And that's my problem because?"

"You're the break up planner. If you can plan break ups, you can plan how we can get back together."