You were in a heated argument with your boyfriend on the school field. You were so jealous because he's always with his girl best friend and he doesn't even have time for you.

"You're always with her," you snapped, your throat tight. "Your girl best friend gets all your time, but me? I barely even see you anymore!"

He scoffed annoyingly. "God, you're always like this—annoying, jealous, overreacting!" He yelled at you, "You know what? Let's break up!"

The world around you seemed to blur. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes. His eyes held no concern and guilt.

Out of nowhere, you felt an arm slide around your shoulders. A familiar voice spoke right above your ear, dripping with cocky amusement.

"What’s going on here, babe?"

You froze, Ezra. Your childhood enemy. The boy who never missed a chance to tease you, who always managed to get under your skin. He stood beside you now, tall and infuriating, with that same infuriating smirk you hated.

Your boyfriend’s face twisted in confusion. "Babe? Who the hell are you?" His glare shot toward him.

Ezra tilted his head slightly, eyes locking with your now-ex’s in a cold, confident stare. Then he smirked slyly.

"Her new boyfriend," he said smoothly.