Bleachers

                                    

                                          
Oliver
The cold wind whipped around us, teasing my hair, nipping at my fingers. I wrapped my coat tighter around me and shoved my hands into the pockets. 
It was freezing cold.
Thinking it would be a good idea to bring Chloe out to sit on the bleachers surrounding the football field during lunchtime so that we could talk away from everyone else, I realised I hadn't completely thought this through. I wanted to talk to her about breaking this off and didn't want to do it with an audience. But, because it felt like arctic conditions out here, not only would I be breaking her heart, I would also be helping her to get hypothermia. 
Just add it to the list of reasons why I was not a good boyfriend for her. 
Her blonde hair whipped around her head, her cute little nose was turning pink. She smiled from her seat next to me. "So, uh, what did you want to talk to me about?" I heard her voice shake and I knew it was because she was cold. 
Feeling like the shit I was, I sighed. "I wanted to talk to you about ... uh ..." My teeth started chattering. Really didn't think it would be this cold out here today.
Stop getting distracted, man. Concentrate on Chloe. 
She had her hands wrapped in gloves on her lap, her head cocked to one side, her hair falling around her. 
She was pretty. Smart. Popular. She could do so much better than me. 
"You can do so much better than me." I just voiced my last thought. 
She frowned at me.
Great going.
Taking a deep breath and snuggling further into my coat, I ducked my head. "I think maybe we should ... uh ...."
Just say it.
"What's this about, Oliver?" she asked, impatience lacing her voice.
How the hell could I do this?
Where did Asher get his strength from when he dumped Sofia last night? He'd told me about it on the way to school this morning. He wasn't looking forward to seeing her around the halls or in classes today because he was convinced she would cause a scene, but she hadn't shown up to school. 
"I'm just thinking that ... uh ... "
Chloe stared at me, her cheeks turning red. 
Just spit it out, damn it!
"We should see other people." It came out in a rush. Hurried. 
Cliched, but it was the truth. 
She continued to stare at me. "Why?"
Why. She wanted to know why.
"Because I'm no good for you." Another truth. "I can't give you what you want."
"And what do I want?"
A boyfriend who didn't crush on other guys. 
I shrugged at that. "I'm just not the one for you, Chloe." I looked at her. "It really isn't you, at all. It's all me." Another cliche. Another truth. 
My heart stopped. I held my breath. 
She blinked a couple of times. Her nose twitched. She looked taken aback.
"Oh." She sniffed. "Uh, okay, I guess." 
Wait.
That was it?
I raised my brows, kept my eyes on her. 
"What?"
She shrugged a bit, lowered her eyes before looking back up at me.