Breaking Love

Breaking Love (chapter three)

After P.E. 2,3, and 4 period went by smoothly and then there was 5 period were i would meet ryan by his locker every day so that we could walk to art together were we would meet Diana and jessica at.when i met ryan at his locker today i felt a little bit guilty for no telling him what happened between me and Brendan but it was probably better if ryan didn't know.when we got to art jessica gave me a look and came over too me and pulled me away from ryan for a minute to ask me if i had told him yet. I told her no and turned around and walked to are table not even bothering to see the look on her. Today our teacher Ms.Dawson told us to just sketch in are sketch book. it was pretty quite for a while but Ryan broke our are silence by saying something perverted like always. Ryan had dirty blonde hair and pretty green eyes, who about my height and always spoke whatever was on his mind without caring about everyone else thought about it, he was really perverted but really funny at the same time and when you were with him he always had something to talk about.

"look at Diana's drawing it looks like that guy is fucking a mushroom" he said laughing and pointing

"he's painting the mushroom, thank you very much"she replied smiling. we sat at one of the tables closest to that door and I sat next to Ryan, while Jessica and Diana sat next to each other. Jessica was usually very quiet and always listening to music or complaining about her cousins Mia and Shawn always bother the crap out of her. Diana on the other hand was always talking and at some points it seemed like she would never stop. while Diana was talking about some stupid thing Ryan slipped his arm around me and pulled me closer resting his hand on my waste. while still using his right hand to draw. me and Ryan have been dating for three years now and it's been pretty great. he knows almost everything about me, as I do about him.

"so charlotte, your birthdays in a couple of weeks. what do want to do?" Ryan asked me pulling me out of my thoughts.

"o I don't know probably nothing, I don't really like my birthday you know that" I told him with a shrug and its true I hate my birthday. its February 3, the one day of the year that everybody teases me about.

"don't be like that, you only turn 18 once you know" Diana said with a smile ''how about just this one time I get to take you out to a club, just us girls" she asked with a pleading face.

"what about me!?" Ryan asked looking a bit taken back by what Diana said. we never really did anything together without Ryan coming with us.I just don't think I should be around him or Brendan right now until I figure out what I'm going to do.

"look, Ryan I don't think it would be the best thing if Samantha was around you right now. considering what happened" she said without thinking but when she had realized what she had said she covered her mouth. shit why did she half to say anything. Ryan let go of my waist and turned to face me "what does she mean, considering what happened" he asked "did I do something, are you mad at me" he said looking at me "no, no it has nothing to do with you its just..." I replied.

"It"s just... what??" he asked again and Jessica looked up while pulling put a headphone to see what going on.

''can I jut tell you at lunch, I want to get some of my sketch done before the end of class" I asked

''fine" he replied. for the rest of class Diana just rambling on about he up coming tennis challenge and how excited she was about it. me and ryan however didn't say one word to each other. when the bell rang, we all walked out together and Ryan replaced his hand back on my waist pulling me in as we walked to lunch together with Diana and Jessica.

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after we all got are lunches and sat down i was lucky because ryan had forgot about what Diana said in art. At our lunch table me and ryan sat next to each other facing the lunch lines while Diana and jessica sat on the other side of the lunch table and out table was the closest to the lines. We were all having a pretty good time bickering back and fourth about if we went straight down from were we lived in Texas, if we would go straight down into Mexico or not. Thats when i looked up at the lines to see Brendan just getting out of line and then when he turned around to walk to his table i swear he looked straight at me, so i looked away not wanting him to think i was staring at him too. Yet it made me quite happy to think he looked at me when he got out of line. So when I thought he wasn't looking at me anymore i turned once more to look at him walking to his table Only to find him looking at me again. i quickly turned back around and reentered my friends conversation again. But i couldn't help but still think about the way he looked at me twice. Why twice?