My Boyfriend Broke Up With Me Today

I sat on the bus next to Tyler. I couldn’t decide if I was angry or upset.

I knew he was going to break up with me, I thought. I don’t know why I care so much. This is so pointless.

My eyes shifted in Lindsay’s direction. She had acted so upset when I told her. “I am going to be calling Cody tonight,” she had said angrily, then added almost as an afterthought, “Of course, I call Cody every night.”

Please, I thought, like you’re even mad. Like you even care. You always give Cody a hug before me and you always yell out his name in the mornings as soon as you see him. It’s enough to make me sick.

I started to wonder about Lindsay calling him every day when, for the past week or so, I hadn’t called him once. I decided it was a hopeless cause. I mean, I know Cody wasn’t cheating on me with Lindsay or anything. I was in the eighth grade, for Christ’s sake. Besides, Lindsay was going out with Chris. They loved each other more than anything.

That didn’t stop her from making out with that guy at the dance, though. Oh stop, I told myself. You’re being overdramatic. I suddenly felt terrible about thinking negatively about Lindsay.

I thought about the day when that happened. The dance had been on a Saturday, and we all found out about it on the following Monday. Lindsay told us that she and Chris had broken up and then gotten back together on Sunday night. When Chris got to school, he brought her a ring and proposed to her later that day.

My mind started to wander back to Cody. I knew that would only make me depressed.

Tyler took off his headphones and handed them to me. I smiled in spite of myself for his act of kindness. I wasn’t crying and, as far as I could tell, didn’t appear sad, but Tyler knew me better than that.

Oh, enough with this drama. I’ll be "over it" by Wednesday.