Rosie's Daisy Chains

1. Ex-Boyfriend

"There is no real reason to be heartbroken"

A/n: I have no Idea what I am doing publishing a story in Wattpad lmao help me :0
Side note: the sixth formers wear suits in my story because that is what they wear at my school, this isn't the same for every school across the country but that's how I'd like to set it as it's what I know
   Adding to this😂 if anyone isn't aware what sixth form is it's the equivalent to junior and senior year (I think?) and it's optional for students in the UK. We have to stay in education until we're 18 so if you don't do sixth form you could go to college or get an apprenticeship.

Side, side note: I ramble sorry

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"I'm so sorry Rosie, I don't want to be with you anymore. I guess I just... fell out of love with you."

That is what Kieran Plait had just told me over the phone. He was breaking up with me for Cordelia Michael.

I couldn't believe my ears. The boy I thought I was starting to love broke up with me right before I was about to leave for the first day of our last year of school.

"Look, there's nothing wrong with you I don't want you to think that, it's just that Cordy completes me."

Oh please, no one believes all that crap.

"She's different and she makes me happy."

Oh well isn't that the sweetest.

"I still love you Rosie, just not the way I used to..."

His confession ends. I can hear the ragged breathing on the other end of the telephone line.

I found it funny actually, when he first told me he was ending it I felt... sad? But now that I'd ingested it, I think I should've seen it coming. We weren't really in a real relationship.

And he was a dick.

   The fact he was breaking up with me for someone else left a weighing stone in my stomach, he must've cheated on me. If he did, that was possibly the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me.

"Did you cheat on me?" I ask him bluntly.

"What?" He questions.

What sort of dumb idiot doesn't understand such a generic question as did you cheat on me?

"I said did you cheat on me?" I repeat, but slower just to make sure his thick brain understands.

"I mean..." he mumbles trying to formulate a sentence under pressure.

"Fuck you," I say in monotone before I end the call.

I wasn't devastated that what we had was over, yeah I would miss it and I did like him but as I said he was a dick. Wether he liked another girl or not, he could've broken up with me before getting frisky with someone else, Jesus Christ. It was basic morals.

Our relationship was fun, and he was charming in the beginning but there wasn't really anything there. No spark as some people would like to put it.

I drop my phone into my bag before looking up into the mirror. I stare at my reflection: dark brown hair - slightly wavy, bright blue eyes framed with long, black lashes, an embellishment of freckles dusted over my nose.

I traced my eyes down my body and at the suit I was wearing. It was my last year of Sixth form and I wasn't letting any boy get in the way of enjoying this final year, or my grades for that matter.