RUBY

I snatched a full can of beer from my nightstand and hurled it across the room with every ounce of strength I had.

The loud, metallic clack echoed off the drywall before the can burst, spraying cheap foam and liquid all over my walls. I didn't care. I stood up from my unmade bed, chest heaving, and looked around my messy room.

Clothes were strewn everywhere, half-empty takeout boxes littered the desk, and the air smelled like stale self-pity. I suddenly hated myself for moping like this. It was pathetic. I shouldn't even be heartbroken or sad that a stupid boy like Rowan broke up with me.

I had...