"Girlfriend?"

The hopeless part in me imagined desperation in your words.

My legs slowed.
My eyes l o w e r e d.

I hated the guilt I was feeling.

"Yes," I said, "Elena is great but I don't know, I'm not into her anymore. I'm just delaying the breakup till the match this weekend. She needs to concentrate on her cheer practice till then so yeah..."

It was bad. I know it was bad.

But Artis, right then, I felt happy
to clear that up.

College is killing me.