The Pointe Of The Game

Chapter 22

The conclusion is that she might not be walking or dancing for a while. I'm obviously not going to tell her that but she's smart enough to figure that out. The silence after the nurse left was enough to tell me that. She's still looking at the door when I softly say her name. She looks at me and I can see the tears starting to form. I stand up and move to sit on the edge of the bed next to her. I grab her hand and start rubbing small circles on it. My girl starts crying and my heart breaks for her. I wrap my arms on her and she cries into my shoulder for a few minutes before she pulls away from me.

"You should go." she says, not meeting my eyes.

"Why?" I ask, surprised by her random and sudden request.

"You don't have a reason to be here." she says quietly

Flabbergasted, I say, " I'm your boyfriend, why wouldn't I be here? You're in the hospital of course I'm gonna be here."

"Maybe I don't want you to be." she says defeatedly

"What is that supposed to mean Ol?"

"Listen, I don't want to drag you down Charlie. Just go."

"No. I'm not leaving. Explain your thinkings please." I say firmly

"You don't deserve to be with someone like me. You deserve someone better. Someone prettier. Like Kimberly. You deserve better than a broken crippled girl with a ton of problems." she says and I can hear the defeat in her voice. "It was fun while it lasted but it is getting pretty obvious that this relationship is coming to an end."

I stand up from off her bed, the most confused and sad I've ever been in my whole life. "What do you mean? We aren't done and none of that is true. I don't want Kim, I want you. I don't want to be with Kim. That's why I'm with you because I never want to be with anyone else. You are the person for me and you've got another thing coming if you think I'm going to let you slip away from me. So get that nonsense out of your head and tell me why you think all of this. I need you to be able to talk to me. Don't break up with me just because you have doubts and fears. Please, I'm begging you don't break up with me over this." I say short of getting on my knees and begging on the side of her bed.

I see a lone tear slip down her cheek and she says the four words I thought I'd never have to hear from her, "We're done Charlie. Relationship over. Leave."

No no no. I'm not letting this happen. I walk over to her bed and get in her face, "No Olivia. Stop. you can't do this to us. We're so beautiful. We're it for each other. You know it too. Please. Don't do this. I'm begging you. Don't" tears are running down my cheeks as I'm realizing what she's saying. I think I literally felt my heart drop and splatter on the hospital floors. I stand up in disbelief and start pacing the room.

"Just leave please Charlie." looks like we're both begging now. I turn to look at her and walk back to her bed. I give her a beautiful last kiss to memorize her lips before rushing out of the room, tears running down my face and my heart splattered on the floor.

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Being back at school on Monday without Ollie is weird. All weekend all I wanted to do was go over there and talk to her. The number of times that I wanted to text her about something is embarrassing. She's still in the hospital and I have no idea when she's getting out. We're in the gym passing the ball back and forth in an effort to practice but my heart is not here. It's still splattered on the hospital floor. When the coaches release us to go change, I hightail it out of the gym only for Levi to catch up with me and stop me.

"What's going on with you, man? Why are you so mopey and dopey? Did something happen?" he asks

"Ollie broke up with me." I tell him defeatedly.

"What? Why would she break up with you? Anyone can tell that you're practically in love with her." he says, exasperated

"Obviously she couldn't tell." I say getting frustrated.

"Have you talked to her since she broke up with you?" he asks

"Of course not. She doesn't want to talk to me. But it's also killing me to leave her alone when she's literally in one of the hardest times of her life." I say running a hand through my hair in frustration.

"So talk to her. Every single day. Send her a message. Even if it's simply, hey I miss you or hope you're doing well. You just need to keep yourself in the forefront of her mind." he says

"You seem to know what you're talking about"

"Same thing happened to me with Katie last year. She didn't talk to me for almost three months." he answers. Katie is his girlfriend of two years as of last month.

"So you texted her everyday for almost three months?"

"Yes. Sometimes multiple times a day. And I'm pretty sure she hated it. But it worked. Because she was constantly thinking about me and it made her rethink her decision over and over every single day." he answers with conviction shining in his eyes.

"So basically you're saying that I need to annoy her until she takes me back? I don't think she's gonna like that very much."

"That's exactly the point. She's gonna be so annoyed that she'll want to accept your proposal and be your girlfriend again." he says with a grin.

"I like this plan. And I think it'll work, I just don't know if I want to put my girl through that." I tell him

He claps me on the back before we walk back to the locker rooms to change back for the next period. When we get to lunch period, I feel like walking away from the cafeteria and getting Ollie before ever going back without her. It feels so surreal to be here without her so when I walk to our table, I'm not in the mood to talk at all. All the guys try to talk and engage me in their conversation and I feel like a jerk for not taking their cues but I don't feel like being here without my girl.

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It's Wednesday night and I'm on my wit's end with this Ollie thing. I'm so over being broken up with her. I've texted her every single day and all I've gotten is read and one heart on a message. It's very frustrating. I'm giving her until tomorrow afternoon to either respond or call me back. If she doesn't, I'm going over there and knocking down her door until I can talk to her. She came back home yesterday morning so I know she's at home and she's not at school but I know it'll be a while till she comes back to school. A knock on the door startles me out of my thoughts. I answer the door and lo and behold there stands the bane of my existence: Cameron and Kimberly. They walk inside the house without giving me a chance to invite them and walk in the living room.

"We're leaving." Cameron says

"Hallelujah" I mutter under my breath.