wish you were gay

✨ Chapter 1 ✨

"What happened?" Abby asks, concerned.

I'm crying

I'm crying

I'm crying

"I-I-I," I blubber. I really don't want her to know. I can't face the scorn, the glee in my demise. 

"Nothing, nothing," I mutter. "Just period pains." She raises her eyebrows so high they disappear behind her thick fringe. "Right." She doesn't press me any further, but I know she'll punish me later at the party tonight. 

I discreetly wipe away my tears, breathing heavily. Oh no. I totally forgot. The party. How am I supposed to go to the party without him? No no no. I look up at the clock in her room hopefully, waiting for 5:00 to come. Yet it's still 4:30. My phone rings in my pocket, and I pull it out. Cooper's name lights the screen, with a message: "I'm so sorry. I really am" and another: "Do you want to talk?"

Abby looks over my phone nosily, and she tries not to smile. "What happened between you and Cooper?" she asks in fake pity. "Ummm..." I ask, trying to look distracted. She looks at me with the most pleading face, and I cave in. "Well...Cooper...he-he broke up with me." I break down in sobs again. I've finally said it. Finally let it out in the open. She almost grins with glee, until she realises I'm still here. She puts on the best sad face she can. "Oh my gosh! I'm so so sorry Amara." 

She's not. She's probably planning a way to dump Nate and suddenly be dating Cooper. My ex-boyfriend. It sounds so weird calling him that. Well, to begin with, calling him boyfriend had already sounded weird. I remember when the school looked at Cooper with shocked faces as he, the most handsome, popular jock in our grade, chose...me. An average girl, trying not to get noticed. My name never ends up in people's gossip. I mean, I never even talked to him much. Only sometimes in class, to help him in something. Other than that, he was always getting taken away by those girls. The ones that always have a new boyfriend, always has a piece of gossip to share, making up all the rumours that float around in school

He broke up with me. With me. I mean, I had always braced myself for that, I knew one day he would dump me, because I always knew, deep inside, that I didn't deserve him. He was the angelboy, always nice, handsome, popular. I knew that him with me would only work for a few weeks, tops. I just... I thought everything was going so well that, well, we would still be together. I guess not.