I walked to math by myself, I couldn't find John. I sat down. Found him I thought as he walked into the classroom. He sat down. "Hey beautiful." He smirked. I blushed, "Hey."

Class started and the teacher went on and on about review for the state assessment test that's coming up soon. I wasn't too worried about it because I have a high average in that class. She handed out a review packet and told us to work with someone. John turned around. "Get my note?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Good." He seemed frustrated, "Now help me with number 1!" He demanded. I giggled and helped him.

~:D~

I quickly threw all my books into my locker and locked it. John's locker was just down the hall. As I got closer to his locker I saw Anastasia walking away. John looked pissed. What was wrong with him?

"Hey..." I said confused.

"Juli, I need to talk you..."

'No. He's not... is he? He can't be.' I thought to myself. He can't break up with me. He just can't. He promised me he wouldn't hurt me. He can't, he just can't.

"Juli, I'm sorry..." He took a step closer towards me.

"No!" I said, my voice cracking. I was trying not to cry. Not in front of him. I can't.

"I, I think we need to break up."

"No.." And that's when the tears started. I couldn't stop them even if I tried.

"Please don't cry. It kills me to see you cry. Please..."

"STOP! Just... Just leave me alone. Don't talk to me. I hate you."

"Juli."

"I hate you!" I repeated.

"I-"

I cut him off. "No, John. Just stop talking. You're just making it worse." I wiped my tears. "I, I don't know." I said quietly.

"I don't... I don't know." I turned around and walked away crying softly.

A few kids were still there and they saw me crying. They didn't care.

I walked home alone. It was really quiet without John there next to me. Making me laugh the whole walk. I felt like I was missing something. I felt empty. I felt like I wasn't there. I was gone, I dissapeared somewhere within space. My body was there, but my soul wasn't.

I walked into my house quietly, not wanted anyone to know that I was home. I didn't feel like explaining why I was crying. I climbed the stairs and went into my room. I changed into something a little more comfortable and layed down in my bed. I was thinking about John. We didn't last as long as I expected. I actually thought he wasn't lying. A couple weeks ago I actually thought he was different like he said he was. But he lied. Now that I think about it, all he did was lie. Lie, lie, lie, lie.

I kept playing the break up over and over again in my head. And then I remembered seeing Anastasia walk away. Maybe she did something. Maybe she told him to break up with me. But she didn't because I didnt even see them talking. Maybe I missed it.

I rubbed my head. I was starting to get a headache from everything. I rolled over to my side and slowly fell asleep.