Alison

Alison... Alison, Alison, Alison... We were the best of friends, and we had so much in common. She was my first girlfriend; she almost made me bisexual. ...ALMOST... Well, it all started when our school's orchestra went to Carowinds and I sat beside her on the way home. She asked me who I liked, and I returned the question. She finally confessed that she liked me and I asked her out. She said yes, obviously, and we went out for about a year and a half. I didn't call her when she wanted to set something up for us to do when the weekends came around. She took it as an 'I don't like you anymore' gesture, and sent me an e-mail saying that I should have just told her it wasn't working out. That's how I got "widowed," -by e-mail. I just went along with it and told her whoever she went out with would be very lucky.
The following school day, she was extremely quiet, especially whenever I walked by. She kept on giving me evil looks (which I can't stand), and finally, I told who else? -Danielle that Alison was acting like such a B!@*#. Big mistake.
Alison is in my third period class. Sure enough, third period reared its ugly head and I wasn't ready. I just looked at the floor the whole period; one of Alisons friends told me that I wasn't helping.
Then lunch hit. After the dead silent meal, some of Alisons black friends started a beatbox behind me on my way to The Arts building. Then they started chanting, "Jordan is a B!@*#! Jordan is a B!@*#!"
What would you do in a situation like this? I did what any other red blooded homosexual would have done: I went into an empty hallway and punched the door of a vacant room. My hand was scratched up and started to bleed a little, but it was worth it. I felt a heck of a lot better.
That was last year^^^^^^^^^^
This year we went out again, and when her grandfather got cancer she was all doom and gloom. I know it's my responsability as her boyfriend to TRY and make everything seem alright, but she was making me depressed whenever I was around her. She would call me and tell me that I wasn't doing anything to help her. She also acused me of flirting with other girls, and I figured that was just hurting her.
I walked up to her and said, "Our relationship is no longer working out..." She said she knew. I was startled by her response and confirmed everything, "...We no longer go out."
That was that.
I feel like such a terrible ogre (no offense to Shrek), but I was hurting her and she was hurting me. It just didn't work out.
Thoughts? Comments??