My phone was playing 'Love Myself', telling me that it was time to wake up for school. My eyes still felt heavy when I turned off my alarm and turned on my light so that I could see around my room. Which extraordinarily messy for the record.
Instead of being a responsible human being like I should be, I picked my phone and looked through my notification I had gotten throughout the night. I had several Facebook notification, one Instagram, and a text from two texts from Drake.
Without thinking of it, I open Drakes messages.
That was the biggest mistake I've ever made.
From: Drake
I think we need to take a break. I don't want to hurt you but I feel like things are getting too serious too fast and I need to figure some stuff out.
I'll always love you though.
My eyes prick with tears threatening to spill over. The world felt like it had just shifted on its axis. I never expected to get a text like that from him and I really thought things were getting better. We were texting just last night and he seemed fine.
I didn't want to get out of bed. I want to stay and not see him, because I know that if I do, it'll just hurt that much more. But I also know that I can't give him the advantage of seeing me broken and if I don't go to school, that is basically me giving in and saying 'You Win'.
My feet moved me towards my shower, where I ended up staying in for almost a half an hour thinking until the water started getting cold. I left my hair wet and threw it up in a ponytail. I didn't put on any make up and I was wearing sweats.
I'll let him see me, maybe not in my best state because I want him to know the pain he has caused, but he doesn't get to win this time.
I grab my bag and get in my jeep, making my way towards school. My mind kept telling me to turn around and go back home but I know that if I did, I would end up being more mad at myself in the long run.
Finding a parking spot was an adventure because I was several minutes late for class, which I had with Drake.
Maybe this was a mistake too.
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Teen FictionI smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one...
