I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.
Jane Austen
Chapter I: Getting Kicked Out
Do you know what I think? Of course you don't. Do you want to know what I think? Of course you don't, but you're going to have to listen because this is my story.
I think love sucks, you can dress it up with pink bows and roses but in the end, it comes back and bites you in the ass. It hurts when love bites, it does. This is my love story.
"What? You're breaking up with me!" I said hysterically.
"Lizzy, please calm down." John, my (I guess) now ex-boyfriend said to me in our apartment of two months.
"How can I calm down when you're trying to beak up with me?" I just had to sit down. Sadly there were no chairs in the apartment yet so I settled down on a milk crate as it threatens to collapse under me.
"Lizzy, I just think that, since we're going to college in a month, we should go our separate ways and meet new people." John tried to put on an innocent face but knowing him for as long as I have made me see right through him.
"John, we're going to the same college so don't give me that kind of crap! If you want to break up with me then tell me right now, don't work your way around it, but what are we going to do with this apartment?" I'm a strong girl; I don't need to cry over him. I did cry in the end though, but at least I had enough pride not to cry in front of a person who's dumping me.
"Well about that… I was hoping if I could have it." John nervously said, knowing that there would be a lot more yelling.
"What? You can't have it! If you take it, then where am I going to live?" I was not letting him have the apartment without a fight. I refused to be put out by an ex-boyfriend. Then what does that make of a current boyfriend kicking you out? Well, I haven't thought about it that far.
"Well, you can always live in the dorms at Yale." John suggested. Every word that was coming out of his mouth was like broken glass pressed onto my back.
"You have to pay to live in the dorms, John. Besides, this is also my apartment. So, why don't you go live in the dorms?" I couldn't believe I was actually talking to this jerk!
"Technically, this is my apartment, since you weren't 18 yet when I signed the lease. So, this really isn't your apartment." Did I say that John was a jerk? No, scratch that, now he was being a downright jackass. I couldn't believe that I'm getting kicked out! "Besides, Lizzy, it's not like your parents didn't have the money to pay for the dorms." John said condescendingly. He knew how I felt about my parents' money. I got up and I bitch slapped him. Yes, I said bitch slapped, like in the movies. It actually felt really good inside, you should do it sometime, vent out your anger.
"You've known me long enough to know that you do not talk about my parents like that. If you want me out, then fine. Give me an hour and I'll be gone." John agreed and left for a walk outside (I hoped he gets run over by a car). When he left, I was all alone and yet I refused to cry. I refused to cry until I was as far away from here as possible. I took my suitcase out of the closet and started packing. I sat there packing, thinking about what actually was happening.
I haven't done anything wrong, I don't think. I've been a dedicated girlfriend over the years, heck I even stayed up with John to study with him so he wouldn't fail his finals. Without me, he wouldn't even get into Yale. That was kind of selfish of me, wasn't it? Thinking that I single handedly got John into an Ivy League school? You would have to forgive me then, won't you?
I wondered if I've become plain to him. People would disagree that I'm plain; I have too much wit and energy to be boring. That might be why, John knew me too well that he was beginning to think that there was nothing new with me anymore. Or maybe it was because I wouldn't have sex with him. (Kids, don't give in to peer pressure!) Yes people, even after dating the same guy for four years, I was still a virgin. It wasn't like I'm religious or anything, don't get me wrong. I just needed that signal, that feeling telling me that the guy I was with was the one. You know the one. The one for me, the guy I was destined to be with... my fate. Yes, I believed in that sort of stuff, but didn't it sound romantic? Of course, there could be more than one.
I know what you thinking, "So John isn't the one?" I don't think he is, but he might be the one for somebody else, just not for me. Either way I was still heartbroken.
I didn't have that much to pack so I finished early. I took my suitcase and looked around the apartment. For some reason, it looked bigger even though nothing has changed (except for the fact that I didn't live here anymore). I went out towards my car and suddenly, as if on cue, I felt a wave of sadness washed over me and I started crying, (So much for getting as far away from here as possible.) After 10 minutes or so, I was done. I was over John. After wiping those tears off my face, I drove home to my parents.
My parents, Mary and Fred Bennet, are really nice people. They live in New York and are happily situated there. People might say that I was a rich girl but I wouldn't say so. I has a very hard time accepting that my family had money. Until I was 14 years old, people would say that my family didn't have any money at all. My dad was a struggling business owner and my mom was a baker. If it weren't for the stock success, I believed that my family would still be living in a two-room apartment trying very hard to pay the rent every month. The success of the bakery that my family owned soon followed. Because of the sudden amount of money that my family received, I always felt that it could disappear any day. That's why I had a hard time spending my parents' money hoping the more I saved, the more money that wwould help us when that day came, when it was needed the most. I've managed to pay for college with the money I saved from previous jobs and scholarships but I was literally penniless now and had no way to pay for dorms at Yale and school started in a month. I knew that my parents would be glad to pay for something in my life but I would feel so guilty about it. I figured that the best way was to ask for a loan from them, at least it would feel business-like.
Some love story this was going to turn out to be. I got dump and turned homeless. But like I said, "Love sucks."
A/N: Hey! This is humor my lips here and I would like to thank you for making it this far before getting bored with the story. This is my first fanfic and usually I should be saying something like "please be nice" or "refrain from reviewing harshly" but I'm not going to say that. Please be harsh, it'll help make this story better. I know that there are grammatical errors in this story and frankly, I wouldn't care unless it really bothered you. So tell me if they do. I believe in posting quickly but I'll probably post like every three days so please be patient. Thanks for reading this note and if you have any questions, just put it in your review and I'll cross my heart and hope to die to try to answer it the best I can. (This whole note sounds really cheesy to me.)
