Rayne Ames and you had been together for six months, but it seemed like your relationship was fueled by constant fighting. Rayne, with her sarcastic and slightly arrogant personality, loved to provoke and you, with your strong temper, didn't let it go.

That afternoon, you were sitting in the cafeteria where you usually met after classes. He was absorbed in his cell phone, while you tried to start a conversation.

— Rayne, you never pay attention when we're together. — You complained, rolling your eyes.

Rayne sighed, not looking away from the screen. — Maybe because your conversations are always about how wrong I am.