You and Mattheo have been at odds lately, but your most recent argument makes you feel like this time your break might be for good.

"Grow up," Mattheo says, his tone dripping with frustration.

"Go to hell," you shoot back, your anger flaring.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "I should know you'd be like this."

You stare at him, your heart pounding. "What do you mean?"

"Forget it," he mutters, turning away.

You shake your head, unwilling to let things go so easily. "No, say it. Tell me."

He looks off, shaking his head. "I knew it was a bad idea starting things with you."

The weight of his words hits you hard. "I don't believe you."

His eyes lock back onto yours, cold and distant. "This was a huge mistake."

You blink back tears, your chest tightening. "I hate you," you choke out.

He nods solemnly, a look of finality in his eyes. "Good."