Taylin's p.o.v
Saying goodbye to the most important person in your life is something that kills you. Something you could never forgive yourself for. Or forgive them for.
It's like your other half went missing. And you'll never get it back or find it no matter where it travels. It kills you.
When I chose to leave him, it killed me.
I was hurt, but mostly at the fact that my school life and home life were colliding. They were just both to important to me to screw up. My parents are having issues and I didn't want to bring my boyfriend in between everything.
So I have to break up with him. At school, today. It's now or never.
(Outfit above)
I put clothes on for school and grab Jack's varsity letterman jacket. I stick it in my backpack. I grab my phone and airpods and head out the door.
I walk to school, since it's only around the corner, and go straight to my locker. I stick my bag inside after grabbing the jacket. I put my airpods into a pocket of my backpack, and grab my books for first hour.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared. I was definitely scared. Especially since I have first hour with him. Instead of waiting, I go straight to his locker. He was standing there with some of his football friends.
"Come on Taylin, you can do this," I sigh as I start to feel tears form in my eyes. "Just get it done and over with."
I take a deep breath and walk over to his locker. He looked at me and I faked smiled as he smiled at me. "Hey."
"Hi," I say as he tries to kiss my lips but I turn so it land on my cheek. He then noticed something was wrong.
"You okay?", he asks.
"Uhm, not really," I scratch my forehead. He tells his friends to give us a minute and they move down and across the hallway.
"What's wrong?"
I hesitate for a moment as his hand lands on my waist. I look at It for a moment and then back up. "You seem nervous about something. What I-"
"I wanna break up," I interrupt. His eyes soften and his hand slips off my waist. I can see the sadness in his eyes. That's what I worried about the most. Feeling guilty.
"Y-you what?"
"I want to break u-"
"I got that. Bu-....why?"
"To be honest Jack, it's because I feel like you don't commit to this relationship as much as I do," I tell him as a lie.
"What're you talking about? I commit just as much as you do," he defends.
"No, no you don't," my voice cracks.
"Like when?"
"Like when I plan date nights for us. I ask for your opinion but you don't even care. You have no thought into things."
"Okay bu- that's because I don't mind what we're doing as long as it's with you," he says as he stands up straight and his voice gets louder.
"But you shouldn't do it just because of me. That means this relationship is unhealthy and honestly I agree that it is," I reply
"Oh come on, Taylin. You know that's a lie," a tear slips down his cheek. And mine as well.
"Is it? When's the last time we've even had a date Jack?", I ask.
No answer.
"Look, don't think I'm doing this to hurt you because I'm not-"
"Are you sure? Because that's what it sure damn feels like your doing right now."
"I'm not. I'm just seeing reality."
"Yeah, sure you are," he scoffs. He rubs his eyes with much irritation.
"Jack, please except that this is just how things should be. Don't make this hard for the both of us. It's already hard enough for me since I'm the one breaking things off."
"Wow okay, so do you know how stupid your sounding right now. It's hard for you? You're not the one getting dumped by their girlfriend. It's clearly harder on me."
He was right. I'm the one causing all of this mess. He should be the who has it harder. I mean, I'm breaking his heart right now.
"I'm sorry," I apologize and hand him his jacket.
"No, come on. We can work things out. I-I can change. Please just let me. Taylin please," he begs after taking the jacket. He was so angry and upset all because of me.
"I can't. I have to go. Sorry," I walk away. I hear a loud bang against a locker. I knew it was Jack.
I felt so bad. But it was for the best. Wasn't it?
****
This class was going by so slowly. It's literally horrible. It's just painful to sit here with a broken heart. Jack was more broke so I shouldn't complain.
He didn't even show up for the first part of the class. I assume he went home at first until he walked in with red and bloodshot eyes and a note.
He hands the yellow slip to the teacher and goes to sit in his sit. Which so happens to be right next to me. We chose our seats at the beginning of the year and we started dating in the beginning of school last year.
Long time. Yeah I know.
Which is probably why it hurts to break up. We've been together for so long that it felt like we were meant to be together forever. It still feels that way. Sorta.
Jack looked like he was in pain. His hand was scratched up and his knuckles were bruised. Did he hit somebody? I hope not because I would be the cause of that.
"Jack? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
I left him alone to cool off. The bell rang and Jack rushed out. I followed behind and waited till we made it to his locker, then I spoke. "Jack? What happened to your hand?"
"Doesn't matter," he says as he puts his things on his shelf.
"Jack? What did you do? Did you hit someone?", I ask.
"Just stop! You can't do that any about it anymore. You broke up with me remember, right? It's not your job to help me anymore."
"B-but I still care about you."
"Yeah, well I love you but that didn't matter when you broke up with me, now did it?"
"Jack, I'm sorry. I really am," I said quietly while the two last words were squeaky and higher pitched.
"If your sorry, then you'd get back together with me and pretend like this never even began."
"No, no I can't," I shake my head.
"Why? Tell me the real reason why you don't wanna be with me..."
"Because you didn't commit. I told you."
"That bullshit and we both no it," he says. I roll my eyes and look down. Then I look behind him at his friends who are just staring at us. He looks at me and then looks behind to, letting out a huge sigh.
"Which one is it?"
"What?"
"Which of my friends are you sleeping with?"
"Jack-", I squeal in surprise but he intterupts.
"Just tell me," he says staring into my eyes. "I won't be mad. I promise. Just tell me which one so I know who not to hangout with anymore."
"Jack, I'm not sleeping with any of them. I swear."
"Are you sure because if that's the real reason you're breaking up with me then you could've just told me that," he says.
"No, it's not. Just pleas-"
"Just leave me alone," he says and walks away. I sigh.
Part 2 coming soon....
