Broken

Chapter 2

I threw my book on the ground and ripped off my sunglasses glaring at the sky. "Why do I still miss him?" I thought miserably. I shouldn't! He hurt me too bad. But the past few weeks, he's been the only guy on my mind. I couldn't even concentrate on my book! Moving my headphones into place, I tried reaching my glasses from the chair I was comfortably sitting in. Proving unsuccessful, I reached further, this time falling onto the hard, hot cement. "Ow" I mumbled, retrieving them and standing up. When I was settled, I picked up my phone and launched YouTube. I typed "I Never Told You" into the search bar and waited for the results. After a few seconds, several videos popped up. I clicked on the first one and listened to the song. Colbie's beautiful voice came through the headphones and into my ears right before the chorus, "But I never told you what I should have said. No I never told you, I just held it in and now I miss everything about you. I can't believe that I still want you. After all the things we've been through. I miss everything about you oh." A tear slipped from my eye and I angrily brushed it away, my lips moving along with the words. "I see those blue eyes every time I close mine. You make it hard to see." Okay, that did it. I burst into tears tossing my phone to the ground and rolling onto my stomach. "Why did I listen to that stupid song!" I asked myself in between sobs. "More importantly, why do I miss him? I really do. I miss everything about him. His gorgeous caramel-brown hair, his perfect blue eyes with little flecks of gold around the pupils, his gentle touch, his weird but still flattering compliments, his love for soccer, his broken heart, his strong arms, his newly developing abs, his happy personality, how you could never guess what he would say next. Everything. I stopped crying and sat up, suddenly angry. "You're such an idiot." I told myself mentally. "He left you. He doesn't want you. No one wants you. You're pathetic. And you don't need anyone! You're independent and you'll be fine! Don't develop soft spots for people. That's what hurt you before. Haven't you learned anything?" I stood and stalked to my room. I quickly changed into tumbling clothes and put my hair in a ponytail. Coming around the corner, I ran into my mom. "Ready?" She asked. "Yeah, I'll be in the car." I said, taking the keys from her. Once we reached Shayne's gym, I walked inside and started stretching, feeling all of my muscles relax. I stood and started warming up. Standing back handsprings, roundoff back handsprings, roundoff multiples, then roundoff back handspring tucks. The tucks were depleting my anger and taking almost all of my energy with it. "Always helps." I smiled to myself, glad it was Wednesday, the day of my private lessons, so I could rid myself of the anger, sadness, and every other emotion I had experienced in the last hour.