Just Some Stupid Girl
My phone vibrated, and then exclaimed ‘I can’t find my sucker!’ I turned away from my stepfather, flipped out my phone and smiled. It was my boyfriend.
I put the phone up to my ear. “Hey! What’s up?” I asked happily, in my normal, squeaky-voice tone.
“Listen…we need to talk.” His voice on the other end was serious.
I could tell from how he sounded what he wanted to say. I flopped down on the couch, staring out the window. The autumn leaves looked beautiful outside. My birthday was coming up.
I snapped away from my thoughts and interrupted the silence. “I know what this is about.” I said cheerily. “You don’t need to say it. But hey, since we need to be formal about this kind of thing, go ahead.”
I continued to smile as he said what I knew was coming next.
“Yeah…I want to break up.”
His voice sounded sincere. Like he was sorry. Maybe he was.
But that didn’t make his hurtful words go away.
I spoke quickly, not missing a beat. “Sure, okay. I knew it was bound to happen.” I made sure that my voice was smooth. From the stunned silence on the other end, I knew that my façade was working. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, then!” I quickly hung up the phone and put it back in my pocket before he could say anything else.
I grinned, walking down the stairs and falling onto my bed in my room.
My mind was numb. “I’m such an idiot.” I said aloud.
He’s in love with someone else. I practically forced him to go out with me. Damn it...I’m so stupid for thinking that maybe--just maybe--he would eventually fall in love with me, just like how I loved him.
A tear trickled down my face.
Hot damn. Now I’m crying. I always cry when things go wrong. Why am I so weak? Why can’t I be stronger, like everyone else?
I flipped out my cell phone, hitting the ‘OFF’ button. I don’t want to deal with him now…if he calls. Or anyone else calls, for that matter. I just don’t want to talk to anyone right now.
Suddenly, I was aware that my mother calling my name.
“Let’s go!” she yelled.
Crap. We’re going to the neighbors party today…I nearly forgot about that. I sat up, wiping the single tear off my face, and I forced a smile. I glanced in the mirror. It was believable enough to get me through the next couple of hours.
After all, I’m just some stupid girl.
