w h a t d o y o u m e a n

s t i l l o l i v e r p o i n t o f v i e w:

what?

"are you telling me to leave right now? are you f*cking serious aera?"

"yes, im serious. i have a girlfriend oliver, you can't just show up and expect me to date you."

"you promised me you would wait! didn't you?"

"yes, but i never promised to date you! its not my fault you came back late!"

"well im sorry that i had school, its not like i can control my college schedule!"

"i never told you that you had to! you could have came earlier and maybe this, us, we could have worked out!"

"but don't you see! i bet you im better than you b*tch girlfrie-"

a slap sound echoed in my ears.

she slapped me.

again.

but this time, hard.

i was shocked.

"don't you dare call my girlfriend a b*tch."

oops...?

i think i messed up.

big time.

"im sorry aera, i didn't mean it..."

she sighs.

"even if you didn't mean it, you still said it."

"now out of my sight, oliver."

"but-"

"OUT!"

she sighs, for the 6428736415 time.

"give me your phone."

"why-"

"OLIVER LEE!"

"give me your phone. now"

damn she getting scary now.

i quickly take my phone out of my jacket pocket and give it to her.

she quickly types something.

"here. its my number. i think we should chat once we both calm down."

"what do you mean?"

"what i mean is..."

"i think we shouldn't see each other for a while, oliver."

"well can i text yo-"

"no."

"i mean no contact for the next month or so."

"we need to take a break."