LOVE IN HIGH SCHOOL

chapter 6

Brendon's POV

I step in the café where I usually meet with Ryan. As I step inside, I look around it, spotting him by the table. His head is lowered, he's writing down something and there's a girl I know sitting next to him. How many times have I told him that I don't want that!

With that, I walk over to their table, demanding to talk to Ryan. I fucking told him so many times that the way he acts makes me mad, but of course nothing went though his thick skull. How can he still not understand me! This isn't how it's supposed to be.

And I did. I broke up with him, because I've had enough of him, stupid friends. Everyone! As I walk out the cafe, I breathe in, trying to calm down. My hands are a bit shaky and so, I shove them in my jacket pockets.

I swiftly step down the street, ignoring everything and everyone. I don't want to talk to anyone, especially after that. I did the right decision, so he'll at least learn something from it. That's what he gets.

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As I finally get home, I walk in my room just like always. My parents aren't home. I sit down on the bed, trying to calm down. I can't, I'm so mad. Pissed. I don't know at who. Ryan? Myself? Tiara? Simply everyone?

Why! Why Ryan and I? Can't he see what I want in this relationship? Where did I to wrong? So many thoughts were running through my head, my mind was screaming and I couldn't handle it anymore. These two years just went away. Just like that. Gone. Just a bunch of made up memories.

I swifty get up and before I can really process what's going on I knock over all the stuff off my desk, including the medium sized glass statue Ryan gave me last year. He was always telling me how much it reminded im of me and our framed photo. The pieces of glass scatter all around the wooden floor. The glass statue is all broken and so is the picture. Except the picture is still alright. I pick it up and for some time I just look at it. It's Ryan and I.

My arm is wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him close to me. He's kissing my cheek and I'm smiling wide. I can almost feel this moment, I loved it. I love him. Love, loved.

I rip it in half and that half in another one. I let the pieces fall down on the floor, down on the broken glass. All the books are on the floor, papers, my knickknack. Ryan's book he gave to me. Now it's a bit bent, one page is ripped out.

I sit down on the floor, ripping the picture in even small pieces. I let them slip between my fingers as I I try to calm down. I can't. What have I done? I'm such a horrible person. It's all my fault. It always was and despite Ryan said it wasn't, I knew it. All this time it was just me.

So selfish. Hurtful. I hurt him. All these fake smiles, choked up words. Everything. It was all a lie and now he fucking forced me to say. Just like that.

Suddenly, I hear my phone ring and I pick it, without checking the caller ID.

"Brendon, what the hell is your problem?" The voice sounded extremely mad and I could recognize who it was. Spencer, who else. "Hello, do you even realize what have you done?" He said once again.

"I don't care! I don't care about him. I don't care Spencer, you hear me! I stopped giving two shits about everything a while ago. I don't care about this relationship. I hated it!" I yell in the phone and without any thinking I throw my phone in the wall and it breaks. The battery, phone case and just everything get in smaller pieces. It's destroyed now.

This isn't true. I'm just mad. This relationship meant a lot to me. Maybe it still does. I loved him, I did but I couldn't go on like that anymore. I do care. A lot. Maybe it's too much.