Jey sat up against the headboard and grabbed his box of cigarettes off the nightstand, pulling out a stick and lighting it.

It was always the same cycle— You come over, you and Jey did “it”, then He kicked you out. You felt foolish for falling for him, knowing this is all He'll ever settle for.

Jey climbed out of his bed and began to get dressed, He back turned to you. "Don't hang around, I don't wanna talk."