Hi Imo, it's Eli. Yeah I'm breaking up with you because Clare took me back and we still love each other. So this is over. Bye.
Yeah. That sounds good, right? Am I an asshole? No. No I'm not. Imogen knew that what we had was just a rebound for me. I was trying to get over Clare- a lost cause. Clare. Suddenly everything faded, the guilt for I felt for 'dumping' Imogen, the only thing I could think of was the most beautiful creature to ever grace my existence. I felt like my heart was bursting at the seams, exploding as I recalled the words she told me. She loved me, she fucking loved me. I felt complete all at once, my heart swelling with warmth. My phone vibrated and I held a hand to my chest and hoped to God it was Clare. She just left but I needed to see her again. I wanted to make sure she was okay. How was her heart? Fuck. I clutched my chest and remembered how insincere I was being, how I didn't deserve the heart beating inside me when it beat for the girl who needed her own heartbeat.
I don't give a fuck about Clare. Open your door.
I did as Imogen said, trying to keep composure even though I knew I wouldn't be able to contain the anger and emotions that were brewing from her text. "No one breaks up with me, Eli." She spat at me.
"We were never together. You were just a rebound. You know that." I don't know how else to calm her. I don't really care either.
"Eli, Clare doesn't want you like I do."
"Imogen, you don't know anything."
"She's a fucking cunt, Eli. She doesn't deserve you, she's worthless." Something in me snapped, Imogen kept talking as I pinched my wrists to keep from slapping her. I don't hit girls, I don't hit girls. Imogen stopped talking and looked at me. "Eli, are you even listening to me! I said Clare is a whore."
"Shut up! Shut up! You have no idea who Clare is. She is the purest, most beautiful girl I have ever met. If you were even half the girl Clare is, you would never say any of that. If you were even half the girl Clare was, you would have the decency to realize I am completely in love with her. I love her Imogen, I don't love you. At all. Please leave. Now."
"You don't mean that. Clare is manipulating you."
"Clare is dying, Imogen! The love of my life is dying! I love her. I love her so much and she would never intentionally manipulate me the way you have. You are crazy. Get out." This time, I was the one to spit the words in pure rage, how dare she say anything bad about Clare.
"I can wait for that bitch to die." Imogen whispered.
"Get the fuck out of my house Imogen. Get the fuck out. Now. And while you're at it, I don't want you in my life ever again. How dare you say something like that at all! You are truly a bitch." And with that, I pushed the crying Imogen out of my house. And out of my life.
Then the phone rang, I let it as I punched my bedroom wall until my rage settled.
"Hi Eli, it's me, Clare. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over tomorrow afternoon and talk. It's nothing bad, so don't be paranoid. Well, I guess I'll wait for you to call me back, I have to tell my mom if you're coming over by tonight. I love you."
Hi. Oh my poop I am so sorry! I can't believe I put off writing for so long. I promise I will update with a beautiful long chapter tomorrow that will make up up for my terrible negilgence. I love you guys. Don't hate me :3