Adalia
She was in her room sitting Indian style in the middle of her bed. Her room is pink and white. Adalia had caramel and honey skin. Long hair with black, black, black almost like velvet eyes.
Her eyes were glassy as she looked at the text message that Justin sent. "It's over. I can't do this anymore." She felt alone as if she wouldn't find joy again. Justin gave her joy, made her feel whole.
She could remember how they started dating, two years ago, in ninth grade. That's how much joy he gave her. Adalia had had a huge crush on him; he was in her study hall and sat at the desk behind her. He started talking to her saying how the study hall was boring and what not. Then he said he loved her dimple that sat on the left side of her face when she smiled.
From friends, they went to being a couple. She wondered why now, what she had done. Had he found somebody else? Did he not love her? What was going on? Why would her text her that?
She texted back. Why?
Three hours later, she still sat with no reply. She felt used, disgusted, played and a very sharp pain in her heart. She closed her eyes and let the tears fall that were anxiously waiting to escape. She let them fall freely as she sat there waiting for Justin to text back.
Justin
Justin sat in the back of his math class with his headphones plugged in not paying attention to anything. He sat there thinking about all the things that happened in the last two months. He sat there with a cold look in his eyes.
He thought, Damn. Only if I could go back to that night.
He felt lost and angry and stuck like he couldn't get anywhere. He just didn't care about anything anymore. He didn't bother to talk to anyone, just walked the hall with his head down and hood on. His mother never asked him how he felt about the situation, and he really wanted to talk to his ex-girlfriend. He could only imagine her face when she read the text.
What kind of man am I? I couldn't even tell her to her face, he thought, getting more aggravated. he saw the look on her face when he passed her in the hall. He heard her voice and the disappointment when she tried to talk to him.
I took something from her that no one can give back to her, he thought.
Still, he doesn't know why he broke up with her that day. He doesn't know why anything happened that day. He remembers all the things he and his best friends used to do, which they'll never do again.
Why didn't I just go hang with him that night? We'd still be friends and none of this would've happened, he thought.
They had shared the same math class. He felt he could feel Brandon staring at him, wanting to curse him and hit him.
C'mon, why won't this damn bell ring? Jeez, ten minutes. Then I get to go home and don't got to be bothered with anybody, he thought again.