To Piss off a Mocking Robin

The Break Up

"Sorry Robin but I can't stay with you, Samantha really needs me... And well you're a strong girl you can be okay by yourself, can't you?" responded my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend now. I didn't know how to answer his question but it seemed more like a rhetorical question so I just nodded my head and left. Seriously Robin, why do you always land yourself in these situations? This isn't the first guy that left you to play "hero." So shouldn't I be used to it?

My attempt of consoling myself seemed to have failed though as tears started to come down my pink cheeks. Ryan, my ex boyfriend, was everything I wanted in a guy. Strong, handsome, good morals, smart, fun, and most of all I thought he really understood me.

I always tried to improve myself for him. Studied harder, played harder to stay fit, bought the trendiest clothes, hell I even learned to play video games for him! But no.

Our 11 months together apparently didn't mean as much to him as it did for me. Of all the people he could've left me for, he left me for Samantha Willing. Samantha Willing! Gosh, she can't even cross the street without someone holding her hand for goodness sakes! I didn't hate her though; no one could truly hate Samantha Willing.

She was adorable, whether she knew it or not.

She was rich, which was why she threw the best birthday bashes.

She was popular, look above for reason.

And worst of all, the thing that makes me hate her even though I could never truly hate her was that she was honestly a good person.

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But Ryan is mine.

Or was mine.

He was all I ever wanted and I thought I was all he ever wanted too.

But one summer later, he got all buddy buddy with the ever so delicate Samantha Willing and suddenly she became his priority.

Her role as tree #2 or whatever in the school play outweighed my last softball game.

I had it.

I didn't bottle my feelings. No, unlike Samantha Willing who let other people talk for her, I actually had my own opinions. And so what if her parents were having problems? I never saw my mom after 5th grade. But instead of being weak and frail, I decided to grow up.

I cooked dinner for my dad and walked home every single day because no one could help me so I had to help myself.

Being tough helped me get through life.

But now it seemed like being tough was taking away the smile of my life.

(A/N)

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