Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not

February 8th.

"Are you serious?" you called out with shock, your voice echoing down the hallway at school and a few other students glanced over. You felt sick as the words fell from your boyfriend's mouth, he was telling you it was over and your heart was breaking.

"Lower your voice" he said between gritted teeth, he eyes flitted towards the people who had paused conversations to observe what was transpiring between you. Your eyebrows came together in confusion as you studied his face, you didn't see a shred of compassion or sorrow about what he was saying.

"Yeah, I'm serious, I've just, found someone else. I'm sorry." he shrugged apathetically.

The bell rang out signaling the end of lunch break and you saw people dispersing from the corridors.

"Look, don't make a scene, okay? Don't embarrass me." he picked up his backpack and wrapped his arms through the straps, you felt your bottom lip quiver and your eyes start to gloss over with tears. "Oh my god, please don't cry about it" he whined, irritated.

His coldness only caused your upset to rise and you sniffed hard as tears started to trace lines down your cheeks.

"Fuck this" he snapped impatiently and he turned to leave, immediately slamming into a denim-clad body, a large palm instinctively shot out, shoving him to the ground and he let out a loud cry as he hit the tiles. He scrambled to get back to his feet and as he looked up at his assaulter, his look of aggression faded.

"Shit, sorry Hargrove" he stammered as he rearranged his jacket.

"Please don't cry about it" his husky voice replied in a mocking tone, you watched on as your now ex-boyfriend pathetically gathered himself together and slinked away. Slowly you slid down the lockers and buried your face in your knees, letting out quiet sobs.

The sound of heavy boots shifting on the hard floor caused you to look up, he was still stood there, looking down at you with perplexity, for a moment the pair of you just sat focusing on each other.

"You alright?" he asked eventually, his words seem awkward and a little forced as if he wanted to walk away from the situation but something in him said he shouldn't leave you on the floor in such a state.

You sniffed sadly and looked down the empty hallways, wiping your eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine" you answered him flatly.

"Liar." he replied with a small smirk.

"Did he dump you?" he signaled with his hand towards where your ex had left and you followed his movement with your eyes.

"Is it that obvious?" you snorted

"A little. Were you two a thing for a while?"

"A year." you nodded, he raised his eyebrows at your reply.

"What? You think that's a long time?" you questioned

"I think it's a long time for people so young" he replied, smiling

You shrugged a laugh and pointed at a flyer plastered on the locker above you.

"We met at that dumb Valentine's ball last year, we were gonna go again this year, I got us tickets and a dress and–" you drifted off and you licked your lips sadly, feeling the tears prick again. He stepped forward and squinted at the flyer, examining it.

"This thing?" he pointed loosely at it

"Mhm" you confirmed weakly as you looked at the floor by his feet.

"So why'd he do it?" he pushed his hands in his pockets and looked down at you, frowning.

"Someone prettier" you smiled up at him, your comment made him shuffle on the spot a little bit, as if your comment made him uncomfortable as if he felt a pang of guilt for all the times he had done something similar but had never been around to witness the consequences.