you loved attention, he knew that. he was your ex. you dated for eight months before he broke it off, mistake one.

gavi couldn’t get over you, no matter how hard he tried to distract himself with other girls.

you were a club, it was a friday night and he was there too, eyeing you down in your skimpy outfit while wearing the perfume you knew drove him crazy.

“you just want attention.” he says once he made his way to you.