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Lyla managed to keep me from bursting through and lashing out at them, and I was made to witness the destruction of my happiness, for there was nothing I could do now to stop the affair. I didn't even want to know, I didn't want to deal with it. I felt faint, and had to sit down. Lyla sat next to me, and I thanked the heavens for the wind blowing through the trees, the calm, and the darkness that I wished would swallow me whole. I began to cry again, not knowing what to do or what to think, just letting the tears fall from my chin onto the damp cold floor of leaves. As they fell I tried to let go of all the care I had for the person who was now with someone else, someone who I thought cared about me too.

A few minutes later we heard footsteps crunching the leaves nearby. Lyla and I ducked down so as not to be seen, but we needn't have bothered. The pair were busy whispering sweet nothings into each others ears, laughing all the way out onto the road and down the street, fading away into the distance.

After they had gone, we returned to sitting in the silence, letting it overcome us in its sheer power. It was Lyla who broke the silence. "Bugger" She announced, getting to her feet and offering a hand to pull me up. "Come on, it's not the end of the world you know" she joked, not seeing the look of determination now spread across my face. "No, no it isn't." I replied, already trying to come up with plans to get them back.

The next day began like any other. The alarm clock still rung at exactly six AM, I got up, showered, got dressed and sat down for breakfast. At twenty-five past seven I left the house and walked down the street to where I was to catch the bus. Where I was to meet the cheating lowlife that I call my boyfriend. I saw him, nonchalant as ever, his hands in his pockets and whistling to the sky. I looked at him from a distance. He wore his blue jeans and the red shirt that I had bought him for his birthday, crisp white sneakers and a baseball cap. I always hated that hat. He had gotten it from his friend and insisted on wearing it everywhere. Well. It'd be the first thing to go. I walked up to him, said the routine good-morning accompanied by the usual banter. I asked him how his family dinner was. He looked confused. "You know, the one you said you had to go to last night?" I remarked innocently.
"Oh, yeah, er, it was good." He replied, the truth flashing across his face. Goddammit, why hadn't I seen this before? Was I that naive? "So, where did you go?" I asked, hoping he'd trip up. "Er, that place across the street from the park?"
"Oh! What time where you there? I went there last night too, with Lyla!"
"Ugh, Lyla, you know I don't like her. She gossips too much." I immediately saw the panic build within him. If Lyla found out, then she would definitely tell me. What he didn't know is that I already knew.

The bus came, and we both got on. He went to sit with his rugby team, and I went across to Lyla. As I talked to Lyla, I could feel his stare on the back of my neck. He was just out of earshot, as everyone was talking about the weekend party that was coming up.

The day passed quickly, and soon I was walking down past the school fields, where I saw the rugby team train. I watched as they ran in formation, passing the ball between them. As they were finishing and walking off to the showers, Mark, the first person I had befriended at school, came jogging over, a serious expression painted on his face.

"We need to talk. It's important." He said, breathing heavily. We walked away from the changing rooms, out of earshot, towards the fields. "Let me guess, my idiot of a boyfriend is messing around with skanky Susie behind my back, and you came to warn me?" I casually remarked, looking at his now gobsmacked face staring bewildered back at me. "...So you knew, huh? How come you haven't dumped the jerk yet then?" he asked.

I looked over my shoulder, and watched the said 'jerk' banter on with the team, laugh and slap someone on the back, before disappearing into the changing rooms. I felt the emotions rushing back, as flashbacks of the previous night filled my mind. As I began to break down, Mark put his arms around me and pulled me in towards him, letting me cry into his shoulder, staining his shirt with my tears. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I always knew you deserved better than him. Don't waste your tears on anyone who doesn't care about you. You'll find someone better, someone who can see just how amazing you are." I eventually calmed down, and looked up into his chocolate brown eyes. "My gosh you stink." I joked, "now go shower... I smell bad too now, gee, thanks." Now with a feeble smile on my face, I sent him on his way back to the changing rooms, and walked back towards the school building.

The End

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