Breaking Noah

"We're done," I said, a phony smirk tugging at my lips. Everyone in school was watching me, like they always were, because I happened to be the most popular girl here. "W-what?" Noah stammered as hurt filled his blue eyes. My heart twisted painfully and I felt sick with myself, but I still had to do this. I had to act like a bitch to keep my popularity. My so called friends laughed at him right along with all the heartless students. "Are you deaf or something?" I snapped, "I told you, we're over." "But Sienna—" He started. Why won't he just stop? I don't want to keep doing this to him. I shot him a look, trying to make him stop, but he didn't get it. "Shut up, Noah. I never even liked you. It was only for fun," I lied, keeping my face straight. Noah was the first guy I truly liked. I've gone out with plenty of guys, but he was different. I balled up my fists when he dropped his gaze in embarrassment and the crowd burst into laughter. When he looked back at me, his eyes held pain, humiliation, and more than anything: hate. Please don't hate me, I begged silently. But he had every reason to hate me. I was, in the end, the cruelest one out of all of them. He turned away from me and walked off. I felt my heart crack as I watched him leave, but unlike him, I managed to keep my eyes blank. I figured that would be the final time I would ever see Noah Whitfield, but fate has a weird way of messing with our lives, right?