Clare's POV

I stood by my locker, all emotion and any trace of happiness once present on my face had slowly drained. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I don't want to go out with you any more Clare, we're just not working out, your not the one for me." How could Eli say this to me? After three months of being together. Why didn't he know sooner that I wasn't the one for him? It may have saved me a little less pain, and saved him from wasting his time on me for as long as he did. I didn't know what to say, I had to get out of there. "Oh, um I'm really sorry for wasting your time." I said slowly and cautiously trying not to break down in front of him. There was no sarcasm intended. I was truly sorry that I had made him waist his time on me, when he could have used that time to find the girl that he really loved, or so he put it "the one for him." I should have known it was too good to be true. Why would any guy like Eli ever go for a girl like me? Compared to him I'm nothing. I should have let him go a long time ago instead of being so selfish. Now look what happened, I'm in more pain than I should be in, and Eli wasted three months of his life on something completely useless. I walked away from him heading in the opposite direction of my morning class.

I hid in the girls washroom for my first three periods of the day, sitting in a dark stall with my head over a toilet and tears pouring down my face. I felt like I was going to be sick. How could I have ever been so stupid? I guess I wasn't so much mad at Eli, than I was at myself. I should have known nothing good could have come out of me being so hopelessly in love. I should have seen the signs. Some sort of sign that Eli wasn't into it, or that he was becoming distant. I guess I sort of saw that last one. How he began to pull further and further away. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. I was too lost in love. It was clouding my brain and wasn't allowing me to think straight.

I slowly pulled myself off of the cold tiled floor and made my way over to the mirror. The girl looking back at me had puffy, bloodshot eyes. There was no smile present on this girls face. Just a mere frown, and her shirt was saturated with tear stains. She wasn't the same girl that I used to know. The one who would never cry over a boy, or react the way she just had when they broke up. No, the girl that I used to know would pull herself together and not let it bother her. She would get back on her feet and try again. Just like she had done with KC.