Everybody knows you and Theo shouldn’t be dating. It’s like a match made in fucking hell. The pair of you, alcoholic assholes with anger problems. Nobody would’ve expected you to still be together after the months worth of fights you had.

It was a mistake drinking with him tonight, you knew it was. The stress of upcoming exams and the drama amongst your friend group with alcohol mixed with it just seemed to create a ticking time bomb.

You sat on the edge of his bed as he threw some of his shit around, his clothes, books, art pieces, fucking everything whilst muttering to himself in enmity. His head suddenly whipped to you, a sour look taking over his face.

“The fuck are you looking at, huh? Watching me like a judgemental bitch like always.” When you didn’t flinch at his words, he moved towards you, snatching up your chin, “Maybe I should wipe that fuckin’ look off your face, eh?”