LOVE IN HIGH SCHOOL

chapter 32

Frank's POV

"Let's break up," were the last words I said that night, before I left the flat. Mayne I tried way too hard, maybe all of this is just my fault. Maybe maybe. At least he doesn't have to worry about being committed to me. I hope he's happy now.

I turned to the park and Indigo was still there, sitting on the bench. She had a new pack of cigs between in her hands and was tossing them around. She looked deep in though and maybe sad? Was she crying? I approached her and as soon as she saw me approaching her, she wiped her face and gave me a fake smile. I knew it, did it a lot of times. "Hey," I said to her and sat down next to her. She raised her hand in hello and made space for me.

"I actually wanted to give you these for good luck, but I-I guess you already did it. Hopefully it went better than mine," she chuckled at handed them to me. I took two out and gave on the her and one for me. I turned around and in the grass, there was a lighter. Funny.

I lit them up and handed it to her. "So, how did it go?," I asked and turned to her, worried.

"I guess I'm single now," she said and smiled. The dried tears were still staining her cheeks, but she looked better than moments ago. "It feels good,"

I nodded and exhaled the smoke up in the air, "I'm glad to hear that."

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"Are you going to be okay?," she asked and nudged me with her arm in my ribs. I threw the burnt cig on the ground and didn't say anything. I looked back at his window and I knew he wasn't there. Why would he be. I looked back at her, I'm going to get over this. "Would it help if we yell a couple words?," she asked and a small laughed escaped her mouth. "Gerard, you'll regret this!," she yelled and I covered her mouth with my hand.

"Shush you ass," I said and giggled. She shrugged, "I'm helping you out,"

"I'm fine," I said and this time, I meant it. I didn't feel sad that we broke up. It was for the good and smoking here with her, at midnight made me feel better about the entire situation I'll get over him. I'm already doing it. Unintentionally, but I am.