Shattered

The breakdown

The next day, I came to school with a black shirt with the most extended sleeves possible, and it was super tight, so there was no way of anyone seeing my torn-up arm. I had texted Alex the night before that we just needed to come and pick up our report cards and we were good to go.

I had breakfast with Alex and made it seem like everything was alright, but he didn't see what was coming his way just yet. He did ask if anything was bothering me because of my tired eyes, and I just lied and told him that I was up late studying for an exam. Little did he know what was coming his way today in the courtyard in school.

After we picked up our report cards and headed out, I met up with Alex in the courtyard because I told him I needed to talk to him. I started out the conversation, "Is there something you should be telling me, Alex?" He seemed a little bit nervous but didn't say anything. "I know everything so don't bother lying to me." As those words came out of my mouth, there were six girls slowly lining up in a horizontal line behind me just a few feet away, and those girls were the ones he was cheating on me with them. Well, he was technically cheating on all of us. "You cheated on me after knowing all the pain I've already been through before! You cheated on me knowing the pain I'm still going through right now! What the hell is wrong with you? What did I ever do to you? All I ever did was love you and be patient with you. I never questioned a thing and never lied to you! How could you do this to me?" As I was yelling out these words to him, he stopped me and said, "This isn't true! I didn't do anything!" I told him, "Look me in the eye and tell me it's not true." Alex looked at me. His big, blue eyes filled with tears. He exclaimed as loud as he could, "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, I didn't mean hurt you! I love you! Please don't end this!"

The whole school had their eyes on us, and we didn't realize it. Instead of slapping Alex, or kicking him right in the balls as I should have, I walked away. I had enough of him, and I just walked away as he had his breakdown in front of the school and headed home to have some time to myself and enjoy my summer with Hazel and hoped to become better.

Maybe I should have taken care of things in private, but why does that matter when he had no problem with publicly making me look stupid?