I thought things with Toby were perfect. Until I had to spend every minute with him working on a stupid play.
Now we argue 24/7. Part of me says we should just break up, but another part really likes him.
So what happens now?
"Toby, why don't you just try to relax?" I said, attempting to keep my cool. "I mean, it's just a play."
"Just a play?" he spat. "I knew it!" He threw his arms into the air and started backing away from me towards the school exit. "You really don't care about this at all. Why did you even try out for the play if you weren't going to take it seriously?"
Tears stung my eyes, and it was all I could do to keep them from spilling over. "You're just being mean for no reason," I said. "You can't talk to me that way."
There was a split second when I though Toby might apologize, but then he straightend up, and his face was totally harsh. "Fine," he said. "I won't." With that, he turned around and stalked off. He was through the front doors and out of the school in half a second.
Without even thinking, I sank to the floor and started to cry. All I could think about was how excited I had been a week ago. Toby and I were together and happy, I was the star of the play, and I was going to get to be with my boyfriend every afternoon. I was such an idiot.
Now everything was ruined. And all I could do was dread opening night.