Rosalia [h.s.] COMPLETED

Chapter 10

✾✾✾ Rosalia ✾✾✾

"Mathew," Rosalia said as she walked with him to his car outside of the school's parking lot.

"Hold on," he said as he was typing something on his phone.

"It's important," she said quietly, clutching her book to her chest. Before they left the building, Rosalia decided to go to the library and check out a book. She realized that being on her phone didn't always distract her enough from what she clearly needed to be distracted from. She figured immersing herself in a book would do the trick.

"I know, just hold on," he kept typing on his phone and all she wanted him to do was listen. For once, could he actually listen to her?

"I'm breaking up with you," she blurted.

Rosalia had broken up with many guys before. However, none of them ever took her seriously enough to actually be hurt by it. Therefore, she didn't necessarily break any guys hearts. What pissed them off though was when she moved on so quickly. This time really wasn't any different.

What was more, guys always seemed to want her for the wrong reasons. Walking with them down the hallways of school or at a party was like walking with someone who was sauntering with a trophy in their hand. She was a prized possession, but was useless for anything other than to show off.

"What?" He stopped in his tracks.

She nodded, "let's be honest, Mathew, you don't really care about me. We have nothing interesting to talk about. I just don't see why we're even together at this point."

It was the same conversation she'd had with every other boyfriend. It reminded her that she wasn't making a mistake, because she'd always find someone else. The question typically was, whether or not they were going to use her. She'd always get the answer soon.

He scoffed, "you never try to talk to me anyway."

"I do! You just never listen to me or you change the subject."

"We're teenagers, Rosalia. We don't talk about deep shit like in the movies. We're supposed to have fun," he fumed, raising a brow in confusion as if something was wrong with her.

"I know but.. but I want those things," she said quietly, turning away slightly as she looked at the ground, "you never try to be romantic with me or have deep conversations. At least meaningful ones."

"Rosalia," he chuckled, "if we're being honest, you're not the type to have meaningful conversations. I mean, you're failing your History class. Do you look like someone who has meaningful conversations?"

Rosalia gulped, then looked down at the necklace that laid on her chest, and she touched it gently, "I guess not."

"See, baby?" He walked up behind her, his hands on her shoulders, "some people are just meant to be in different relationships."

She drifted off again into her own thoughts, thinking about what he said. He was right. She wasn't the type to speak in a way her mind didn't allow her to. She wasn't at an intellectual level to have heartfelt consultations nor did she know anyone who'd ever want her for a relationship like that.

But, at the same duration, she didn't have to waste time on Mathew any longer.

"No," she turned around, "I still meant what I said about breaking up with you. We're done," she shook her head, obtaining whatever confidence she could muster up. It was all she had at this point.