What a Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy

When I woke up, I didn't know where I was. I sat up and the room started to spin. Before I had to shut my eyes, I figured out that I was in the nurse's office. For a moment, I wondered why I was here. Then I remembered that I had passed out. Which made me remember why I had passed out. Everyone knew about me and Ryan. I had to talk to Ryan. I stood up quickly and rushed to the door, almost falling from dizzyness. I stumbled out into the hallway. There was still people in the hallway, but I ignored their stares as I searched frantically for Ryan.

"Jenny?" I turned around, hoping it was Ryan, but it was Brendon. He looked worried. "What are you doing?"

I burst into tears, crying loudly. Brendon looked bewildered and stepped forward to steady me because I had been about to lose my balance.

"Hey," said Brendon soothingly. "What's wrong?"

"Everyone knows about me and Ryan," I said. I cried harder. "He probably hates me now."

"That's not true," Brendon said.

"It is true," I said through my tears. "I told you that nobody was supposed to know but now everyone knows."

I buried my head in Brendon's shoulder and sobbed. I felt Brendon pulling me somewhere and I just moved my feet, following him, my head still pressed into his shoulder. I heard a door open then close and then it was quieter except for my sobbing.

"Hey," said Brendon. "Ryan doesn't hate you."

I looked up at Brendon.

"He does!" I yelled. "Why don't you understand me? I love him, he doesn't love me. He hates me because everyone knows about our real 'relationship'."

Brendon sighed.

"Come with me," he said, grabbing a hold of my arm and pulling me out of the empty classroom he had just brought us into. We walked down the hallway until I saw Ryan talking to someone. I started to panic.

"Please Brendon," I said. "Don't do this."

Brendon didn't say anything so I tried to get away from him but he wouldn't let go of my arm. I gave up when we were right in front of Ryan.

"Can I talk to you for a moment Ryan?" Brendon asked.

"Sure," said Ryan without a glance at me. We stepped away from the nearby people.

"I have a question," Brendon started. Ryan nodded. "Do you hate Jenny?"

Ryan didn't say anything for a moment, a blank look on his face.

"Who's Jenny?" Ryan finally asked. I felt my eyes well up with tears and Brendon's grip on my arm loosen. I felt my heart breaking as I ran away from them. Sure, Ryan never did love me.. But at least he acted like I existed.