B: Hey baby!
G: I’m mad at you.
B: Why?
G: You told me you couldn’t hang out last night, but you went out to Mcdonalds with your “guy friends”.
B: well, uh…sorry…?
G: No you’re not.
B: Yes I am.
G: No you’re not. If you were really sorry you wouldn’t have stammered when you “apologized” and you wouldn’t have lied to me in the first place.
For a while there was nothing but silence between them. They just sat there in his car while he drove, without speaking. She did her best to avoid him; wouldn’t even glance in his direction. He just remained silent, with a few heavy sighs every now and then, but he didn’t dare try to gain her attention. They’ve fought before and he’s learned when he should and shouldn’t speak up to her. It wasn’t the ideal situation, but he had learned to live with it. Once they parked into the school parking lot, he wouldn’t let her leave until they talked about. As she was about to open her door, he grabbed her arm…
B: I am sorry babe. If I’d known how much this would upset you I wouldn’t have gone.
G: It’s not that you went out with the guys. It’s the fact that you told me one thing but did another. I know you don’t mean to do it but you flip flop a lot and can be an extreme hypocrite sometimes and it’s really starting to tire me.
B: Well I am sorry and if that isn’t good enough for you I don’t know what is.
G: Well this isn’t; not anymore.
B: What are you saying?
G: I’m saying, I don’t want to be late for school. We can talk later.
B: Okay.
They got out of the car, slammed their doors, and walked further and further away from each other. Normally walking into school was an o.k. thing because they did it together. This morning, they didn’t hold hands, stayed a good two feet apart, walked through different doors, and went on with their day. The girl had a decent day, but it was plagued by the fact that she didn’t know what she’d done. Did she break up with him? Did she want to? Did she mean to? She didn’t really know what had happened that morning and at the end of the day she still didn’t. All she knew was that she started a fight over something pointless, like always. It was always her fault and she knew it. However, like most girls, she couldn’t admit when she was at fault, which was one of her biggest faults. By the end of the day, she had accepted defeat and planned an apology. She waited in their usual waiting spot for 10 minutes, and then discovered he was waiting at the car. She walked slowly out to the car, with her heart pounding out of her chest. This had never happened before and she wasn’t sure what to think about the situation. She arrived at the car and saw him sitting inside with the gloomy look he tended to get sometimes. She opened the door with every intention of apologizing, but was halted by his words…
B: I can’t do this anymore. You’re right. We cannot do this anymore. We were always better as friends and we just cannot function this way. Face it; we just were not meant to go the distance. I am sorry for this and everything else, but I think we are both better off if I just drop you off at home and don’t discuss this anymore. I think we are better off if I just take you home, and see you at school tomorrow, as just friends.
She hated it. Those two simple, stupid words: “just friends”. They made her want to hit him and hit him hard. She didn’t know what to do, but she felt her head slowly nod yes, in a way to imply “Okay.” The drive home was the slowest drive she’d ever had; not to mention the most silent. When he pulled up to the driveway and put the car in park, she realized it was over. She pulled herself together enough to give him a hug. She pulled herself together enough to softly whisper “I am sorry”. She pulled herself together enough to walk into her house and aim for the kitchen. She pulled herself together enough to walk up to the knife box and truly contemplate her new life. The new life she didn’t understand and therefore, didn’t like. She pulled herself together enough, to slowly, painfully, and surely, pull herself apart.
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