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How to Pick Up The Pieces of A Broken Heart

So Ive decided not to tell my mom about what happened with Alan, I just told her we weren’t compatible and decided to go our separate ways. Lucky for me she bought it. She drove me to school this morning, perfect chance for me to tell her about hanging out with Garth tonight. She approves as we pull up to the school. She tells me to have a good day and drives off.

                I walk up to my locker to see Alan and Steven making out in front of it. I turn and head to my math class; I don’t need the textbook that badly. I get a zero for the day because I don’t have it, but I could care less. Alan walks in a few minutes late, the teacher excusing it. He sits next to me; I see several large hickeys on his neck bordered by messy blonde hair. He smirks at me a bit before paying his attention to the lesson. I look down and doodle in my notebook, daydreaming away from the teacher’s voice.

                Garth walked in the classroom, I was stunned. I looked up and saw his amazing dark brown hair, cradling that irresistibly adorable face. He takes a seat next to me, whispering sweetly in my ear. ‘I’ll love you, forever~” He whispers, making me blush hard. I glance to Alan, his face twisting with rage and jealousy. I smile and look to Garth, he’s leaning in slowly. I lean in as well, and our lips are so close, I can feel the tips of our lips touch. Suddenly, the bell rings and I look up. No Garth, no jealous Alan, nothing. I stand, gathering my things and heading out. But not before being bumped by Alan, dropping everything. I glare at him and head to gym.

                WHACK! The volleyball hits me right in the face. And who else is serving but Alan. Im so close to just running over there and beating the living crap out of him, except the fact that he could knock me out in one punch. I take a deep breath to calm myself, and focus on the game. Ten minutes later WHAM!!! Another hit right to the face, this one making my nose bleed. Instead of heading to the nurse as told I look to Alan.

                                                “What the fuck was that!?” I yell, not caring about the gym teacher standing behind me. “Stop aiming that stupid ball at my fucking face!” He smirks.

                                                “Not my fault your heads so big! It’s hard NOT to hit it!” He hollers at me.

                                                “At least I have something big! Unlike you!” Now it’s my turn to smirk. I walk from the gym and down to the nurse.

                When I get to eighth period, I notice something written on my desk. I sit and look at it, narrowing my eyes. ‘Matt is a fag’ is written in bubble letters across the top of my desk; my eyes flash to Alan on the other side of the room. He gives me a dirty smile and a small wave. I look to the board, wanting to just forget he was in the classroom. I just about finish the last of the notes on World War II when I feel something small and wet him my face. A spitball? Really? I thought 11th graders were above shooting spitballs; I guess I was wrong. I turn to the direction it came from and saw, of course, Alan. Apparently he’s making it his job today to torture and annoy me as much as possible. I sigh in a sort of relief when I see we only have 5 more minutes of class. I copy the last of my notes about the Allies and close my notebook, gathering all my things so I can head out as quickly as possible. I feel another hit me. I glare over to Alan who has faced back forward, trying to look innocent. I wipe the spitballs off my face and onto the floor, momentarily finger-brushing my hair to make sure I didn’t miss any. I take my books and put them into my back pack, slinging it over my small little shoulders. The teacher passes out the homework assignment for the weekend and I look up at the clock, 5…4…3…2…1 BRIIIIING!!!! The bell rings and I jump up, practically running from the room and out to the parking lot. I look and see Garth’s white truck in one of the parking spaces. I happily run over and knock on the passenger window. He looks up from his cell phone and smiles, leaning over to unlock the door. I hop in and put my bag on my lap and strapping my seatbelt.