How He Broke

A Heartbreaking Glance (Matty's POV)

It has been about a week since the party.

I hadn't seen Sage since then, only glimpses of her here and there; perhaps it wasn't even her. Maybe it was just a shadow of her, a hallucination.

I sat out front of the school smoking a cigarette, staring at the front door just waiting to see her, to make sure she's okay.

I closed my eyes, taking a puff of my cigarette as my mind began to wander.

"I love you, Matty." Sage's voice played softly in my mind. "I love you until the day I die."

I smiled to myself, taking another puff of the cigarette, letting the smoke linger in my lungs before exhaling; my mind moving to another memory.

I was standing in Sage's living room, Sage in the kitchen.

I smiled, seeing her peer around the wall that separated us from one another.

"Hi." Her voice soft and smile childish.

I grinned, seeing her there. "Hey there, beautiful."

A light blush formed on her cheeks right below her eyes. It was so cute to see her blush, and she always did so when I complimented her.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Making pancakes!" She said proudly.

I shook my head, letting out a chuckle. "I'll make sure to call the fire department ahead of time to let them know you're cooking." I joked playfully.

"Hey! I'll have you know I'm a fantastic chef thank you very much." She said very matter-of-factly.

I rolled my eyes as I laughed, "So you're telling me you meant to not take the plastic wrap off of the frozen pizza last night then?"

Her blush grew, "Uh, yeah! That was totally all apart of the plan."

"Mhm."

She stuck her tongue out at me before disappearing back behind the wall.

About ten minutes later I walked into the kitchen to the most adorable sight I had ever seen.

Sage stood there in my t-shirt, her hair in a bun. She was swaying her hips to the song that was playing on the radio as she mixed the pancake batter.

The kitchen was a wreck. Eggshells and pancake mix practically everywhere but Sage didn't seem to care at all.

"Look at the mess you've made." I laughed, catching her attention.

She turned to look at me, somehow having managed to get batter on the side of cheek.

I walked over, taking her in my arms. "You got a little something there." I said, poking the area.

She giggled, "Really? Guess I'm talented."

I took the opportunity to dip my pointer finger in the batter behind her.

"And right there." I said, tapping her nose, getting the batter on it.

She gasped, an evil grin growing on her face. "Oh you're on."

Batter was thrown all over the place, making the kitchen an even more massive disaster.

The war between us ended when Sage slipped on some of the mix, falling onto her back in a fit of laughter.

In an attempt to run over and help her up, I slipped and busted ass too, causing us both to laugh ourselves to tears.

"I love you so much." Sage said between her laughs as we laid on the floor.

"I love you so much more." I smiled before we kissed.

Needless to say we didn't have pancakes, and we spent the majority of the day cleaning up after ourselves. But, it was probably one of the best days of my life.

My thoughts were broken by the sound of the school bell ringing, people beginning to pour out of the entrance of the school.

I searched the crowd for a sight of her.

Because of the overflow of people I gave up searching, swinging my leg over my motorcycle, straddling it between my legs as I flicked the cigarette bud away.

I smothered the bud under my foot before turning the key of my motorcycle, listening to the familiar sound of it roaring to life.

I took one last glance back at the crowd, and somehow my eyes managed to land on her directly.

She exited the school with a huge smile, bigger than any I had ever seen her hold before; maybe it was just more genuine.

She was running, constantly looking back over her shoulder behind her.

Time slowed down as I watched, everything happening in slow motion for me as Tate jogged out behind her.

I watched as he caught her from behind, wrapping his arms around her as he lifted her off the ground and spun her around before setting her down.

She smiled up at him, running her fingers through his hair before cupping his cheek in her hand.

"I love you, Tate." I read her lips.

I looked away as my blood began to boil, tears forming in my eyes as I cranked the ignition of my bike, speeding off without another glance back.

I wish I was numb...