Thirty Reasons Not to Date a Player

30. He Will Break Your Heart (2)

My life has officially hit rock bottom. On the bright side, I have no where to go but up.

Although, I find that pretty hard to believe when I can't even bring myself to get out of bed Saturday morning. 

My eyes feel swollen, probably from all the crying I did the night before. Sleep was next to impossible with the thunder and lightning outside my window, but now that the sun is shining, I don’t want to open my eyes.

The cold December air enters my room through the small crack in my window. It’s crisp and fresh, but something about it makes me curl under my blankets and hope that I never have to come out and face the world.

I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid for so long.

To think that Ryder and I could “work out”? To think that we could have a happy relationship without anyone finding out? To think that April had really forgiven him?

And worst of all, was the secret that he’d been keeping from me. At this point, who knows what else he’s hiding.

I guess it’s a good thing that I’ll never have to find out, now that we’re over.

The thought causes a pain to intrude the pit of my stomach. It lingers and makes me feel empty inside, like someone has just scooped my heart out. I’m just an empty shell of what I used to be.

I’ve lost my job, my friends, my parent’s trust…for what? A relationship with a boy that barely even lasted a week? I have never felt more humiliated in my entire life.

I am left alone with my thoughts for what feels like hours, but each time I look at the clock on my nightstand, it seems that only a minute has passed. I groan aloud, pressing a soft pillow over my face.

I feel like I want to cry, but I’ve run out of tears. I’m probably dehydrated as it is but I can’t find it in me to care.

My mom walks into the room. “Rise and shine, honey,” she says, pulling open the curtains. “I know you’re upset but you need to get up and be productive.”

“Ugh,” I groan, throwing the pillow and blanket off my face. I have to squint to adjust to the brightness.

“It’s eleven o’clock,” my mom informs me. “I’m not going to let you lay in your bed all day like a pregnant woman.”

I roll my eyes. Normally, I’d laugh at her remark, but I’m feeling too out of it to even crack a smile. I don’t budge.

“Well,” my mom begins, “I thought you might not listen to me, so I called for back up.” 

She leaves my room, but someone else walks in behind her. My eyes grow wide.

It's Daniel. Of all people, she could have called, why him? 

I immediately throw my blanket over my face, unable to handle the embarrassment.

“Nice to see you too,” he says sarcastically. I feel him sit down at the edge of my bed.

“Why are you even here?” I ask, my voice coming out slightly muffled. But, upon realizing how rude that sounded I add, “I thought you hated me.” 

“No, I don’t hate you,” Daniel replies, “you might not be my favorite person in the world, but I’m still your friend.”

I crack a small smile. It was kind of nice to hear. 

“Thanks, I guess,” I mumble. “I missed working with you.”

“Yeah, I missed you too. The new girl they hired is kind of a bitch.”