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Naomi's POV

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I open my eyes. It's Monday, 6 AM. With a groan I rub my puffy eyes. Oh yeah, I cried myself to sleep last night. On the memory of this I clutch my aching heart and fall back into my bed. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes already. No, stop crying, Naomi. Today's a school day, and you can't show up looking like this. I take a deep breathe, push the tears back, and calm down. My days have gone from bad to worse ever since Cedric dumped me last Monday. It's already been a week, but it still stings whenever I think about him. I'm not even so sure why it hurts so much. It's not the first time that some boy has dumped me for some apparent reason. But every time I get dumped, I feel that a little part of me breaks off. And no matter how hard I try to piece everything together again, I can't superglue together a broken heart and expect it to function and feel the same as before.

After I get all prepared, I look at myself in the mirror. What do I see when I look at myself? I see… an average girl. No, not an average girl. The girl in the mirror is not average. She has too many flaws. That's why all of her boyfriends dumped her. Her shiny, soft brown hair is too long and out of place. Her slim, fit figure it too skinny. Her bright, beautiful blue eyes are too big. Her beaming smile isn't cute at all. Everything about me has some flaw to it. That's why all my boyfriends dumped me. I feel something moist go down my cheek. I lift my hand to touch it and I realized that it's a tear. No, it's not one tear anymore. It's two, three, four… five... I can't stop crying. I cover my face with my hands and the tears just pour out of my eyes. After an agonizing moment in my room crying, I realize that I have to go soon. I wipe the tears from my eyes and quickly put on some makeup to hide my puffy eyes.

I step out of the apartment and I already see one of my friends.

"Hey Naomi"

"Good morning Angela"

"Hey Naomi, Hey Angela," another friend says

"Oh hey Sarah" Angela and I say.

We started walking to school and a few other friends tagged along to. My makeup seems to have worked. Nobody mentions anything about it. Actually, I feel a bit better with my friends around. I guess I can be considered to be pretty popular. I know a lot of people in my sophomore class and I also have a lot of friends. Knowing this, it causes a bit of warmth to spread into my sad heart, and I smile a little bit.

"Hey Sarah, how's it going with you and your boyfriend?" One of my friends asked

"Haha we're doing fi-" Sarah stops midway in her sentence and looks awkwardly at me.

I can already feel the waves of pain seeping into my heart. No, fight it. You can't cry in front of your friends. "I… I… I'm fine. I-It's all good" I say in monotone. Then, using all of my strength, I force the muscles of my face to move and a smile grudgingly forms. The rest of my friends continue to talk, while I look the other way, lost in my emotions.

Perhaps talking about boyfriends and relationships and love has made me realize that I'm really lacking something. But then again, love has never worked for me! Yes, everybody says that I'm the perfect girl. Yes, everybody says that I will be loved. But then why did all of my past boyfriends dump me? They all said they loved me. They all said that they would never make me cry. But they still did. They were probably just with me for a pretty face. They probably never even saw me as a lover. Sometimes I really wonder if I'm really all that. Perhaps I'm really ugly. Perhaps I have a flawed personality. Perhaps I'm just a horrible person in general, and what everybody says about me being perfect is just being polite. After every breakup, a part of me slips away.

I feel that when I devote myself entirely for someone else, the other person would love me. But that obviously wasn't the case. It seemed that the more I cared, the less they cared. So now, I limit myself to boys. I don't want to think of them as potential lovers, just another being who can be a friend. That's right. Just a friend. Nothing else. Because if a boy is more than a friend, I'll end up in heartbreak. I'll end up hopeless and helpless. I'll end up curled up on the couch, crying silently during the night. That's why I like to stay away from potential relationships now. That's why I don't have a boyfriend right now. Thinking of these horrible events has made me sad. I don't want to think anymore about it, yet the events start to play in my mind. I feel my eyes tearing up, but I hold them back and look away from my friends. For the entire rest of the trip, I didn't say a single word.

When we got to school, we parted for our first period classes. Angela and I had our first period class together, so we walked together.

"Hey how are you doing in Algebra II?" Angela asked me.

"Oh I'm doing fine. Math has always been an easy course for me" I answer

"Well that's easy for you to say. You've been making straight A's since pre-K!"

"Oh haha well I guess I ju-"

BOOM

All of a sudden I'm on the ground. I look back and I see that a boy has crashed into me. I'm not hurt but I am sort of mad at the boy. He offers a hand to help me up, but I ignore it and get up on my own. But on my way up, I see his face. My eyes widen a little bit and my heart beats faster. There's... Nothing special about this boy, right? I mean, he crashed into me and knocked me to the ground! I should be mad, shouldn't I? I mean, he is kinda cute but th-

Wait.

Did I just call him cute? I look at him again and realize that he is pretty cute. His eyes are staring into mine and I kind of get lost on them. Realizing that I'm going to blush at anytime, I quickly turn around and walk away before saying anything. What am I doing? Do I really lack this willpower? He's a GUY! What does guy stand for? GROSS. UNCARING. YUCKY. Why was I even attracted to him? Stupid hormones. I better stay away from him. If I get too close to him, he'll be exactly like the other guys. He'll say that he'll catch a grenade for me. He'll say that he'll throw his hand on a blade for me. He'll say that he'll jump in front of a train for me. He'll say that he'll go through a bunch of pain and take a bullet straight to the brain. He's going to say all of that. But from the years of experience, I have a mental guy-language translator. And I can describe everything he said in one word. LIES. LIES. LIES. Boys won't love me because they are too shallow to care. And that's why I have to stay away from him. But somehow, my legs suddenly refuse to move. And I'm just stuck there.

"Logan you're such a klutz!" I hear Angela say. I turn around at that hurtful comment and see the boy again. Once again, I see his eyes and my heart leaps once again. Using all my willpower, I for4ce myself to turn around and walk away. But deep down, my heart knows that I'm doing something that I don't want to.

Logan. So that was his name.