You were in your senior year of high school. You were a pretty, popular girl who hung out with a lot of people. Many boys around the school wanted you, but you only had your eyes set on one person, Cameron. He was tall, well built and a total player.

You and him spent many nights together, and every night felt like the best night of your life. But he didn’t feel the same way. Time and time again, Cameron would remind you he didn’t love you, but you continued nonetheless.

Currently, you had walked into a party some jocks had thrown. You said hi to a few people before you walked to living room. There you saw Cameron sitting on the cough with another girl, and making out with her. You immediately walked up to them, demanding an explanation. Cameron looked up at you and narrowed his eyes. “Listen, I don’t love you. I never have. What me and you had was fun, but I’m done with you. So go away. I’m busy.” He said coldly.