The Irony of You and Me

Sienna: After

We sit outside of the school on the bench, facing west, looking out at the Stakehill mall, and clearly avoiding eye contact. My cheeks are wet from trying to hold in my emotions but, ultimately, a few tears slip away. Ronny runs his fingers through his dark, curly hair and I cringe at the stupidity of this moment.
Ronny and I had spent the last eleven years knowing eachother, yet we only reconnected at the beginning of freshman year. Even since then he really didn't matter to me. Not until the start of sophomore year did I think about talking to him again, and that was all because of a mundane bet; a bet that he wouldn't fall in love with me by the end of second semester. A bet that, ultimately, I lost.
Now I am twenty bucks short and watching people smoke as I await the inevitability of this moment; the moment that I would probably remember as one of the worst days of my average white girl life. Ronny is trying to break up with me but, I can't seem to wrap my head around why.
"Having a girlfriend is a huge responsibility," he says through a struggled sigh.
"Are you calling me fat now," I giggle, supressing my sadness that is evident in every aspect of my presence. "Is that what our relationship has amounted to?"
The corner of his lip curls the slightest bit before returning to what I like to call his Bruce Willis face. I fiddle with the frayed edge of my denim shorts, foolishly hoping that this is all a hoax and that he will yell "Gotcha!" and scoop me up and kiss me. But I know that this is the end because every time I look at him he turns away.
The time I spent with him was short, not even two months, yet I feel like I'd lived a lifetime in fifty six days; like I'd drifted further then than in the rest of my sixteen years afloat the boring raft of life.
I have aqquired so many new friends; Reese, Matt, and best of all, Quentin. I have made bonds to last a lifetime, yet the bond between Ronny and I will obviously not be one of them.
"You and I both know I am not stable right now, and I don't think our relationship is making me any better."
Prick.
"There were probably a billion other ways you could've said that, you know." I sniffle and adjust my hair.
"Sienna, I'm just not ready to continue this."
A part of me is glad to gain single status again, to be free from obligatory dates and family dinners. However, the majority of me died a little when he said that and this situation feels like a punch in the gut. And I guess he sees how much pain I'm in because he moves closer to me and awkwardly pats my back.
"It wasn't you it was m-"
I don't give him the chance to finish before bursting into fits of laughter. He wears a look of confusion on his face as I wheeze at his goddamn stupidity.
"Oh my God. You're pathetic." I chuckle. "You know I actually thought you were better than this. Get over yourself, asshat." He just stares at me as I get up to leave before interjecting when I'm halfway to the school doors.
"Could we still be friends?" he shouts.
Is he trying to get strangled or...
In my best recorded message voice, I respond snidly, "Please try again later."
I leave him with that and run into the school, tears flowing at full speed. I bolt to the bathroom and lock myself into the last stall on the left where I take my pocket knife out of my boot and update the hearted initials I had carved there a month before.
Instead of it having a heart around it, S.H. + R.M., now surrounds itself in an angrily carved tombstone with none other but its expiry date in the left corner. A stupid symbol for a stupid situation.