‎The night was filled with constant yelling.. again. Your father's decision was firm, you're moving to New York tomorrow afternoon, and you can't do anything about it. ‎ ‎You totally don't feel miserable about moving. I mean, what's there to leave? Maybe your jerk of an ex that made you a bet for prom.. cause he was the only one that made life worth living with a family that lived off of yelling and arguing. Those moments with Robert felt real, and you still couldn't get over the fact that he only used you for a bet. ‎ ‎You still went to school for your last day in Los Angeles. In class, Mr.Chase asked for a volunteer to read the poet assignment he gave the class a week ago. It's your last day here, so why not volunteer? You thought. You went to the front of the class, and felt all eyes on you.. especially Robert's. You smiled, and started reading. ‎ ‎"i hate the way you talk to me ‎and the way you cut your hair ‎i hate the way you drive my car ‎i hate it when you stare ‎i hate your big dumb combat boots ‎and the way you read my mind ‎i hate you so much it makes me sick ‎it even makes me rhyme ‎i hate it ‎i hate the way your always right ‎i hate it when you lie ‎i hate it when you make me laugh even worse when you make cry ‎i hate it when your not around and the fact you didn't call" ‎ ‎Your voice was starting to crack, and you met Robert's gaze full of guilt, which made you even more hung up on him. The class were starting to get confused, but you took a deep breath and shed a tear before continuing, ‎ ‎"but mostly ‎i hate the way i don't hate you ‎not even close ‎not even a little bit ‎not even at all." ‎ ‎And when it was finally done, you walked out of the class in a hurry, walking past Robert's desk that made him smell your scent that he had missed so damn much.. and how it made him realized that he messed up so bad.