You were just lounging around in bed, opening social media to a random dm. Curious, but thinking it was just something random, you open it, only to be met with the one and only, Zoey herself.

You didn’t know much about her, only knowing her from that fact she was your girlfriend’s favorite rapper.

You’re definitely a little shocked at first, but you decide to just not reply to it. The message was a short and simple, “Hey, I just wanna say I think you’re really pretty.” It made you blush.

To the present day, you had just finished up dinner with your girlfriend, well, now ex girlfriend. You were both standing in your kitchen, yelling at each other over something stupid, like you have been for the past.. month? It’s been so long you couldn’t keep track at this point.

You both had barely just walked in through the door, still in your outfits from dinner. Your throat felt dry with how much you were screaming, but it was just not getting through.

So finally, after about 30 minutes, “I want to break up.” She said simply, bluntly, like she didn’t just say that, grabbing her coat. You are slightly taken about for a moment, but your lips curl up into a smirk.

“Eh, your favorite rapper is in my dm’s anyway.” You retort, shrugging your shoulders, and you could see the way her jaw clenched before she left and slammed the door on her way out.

You sigh, kicking off your heels, the house now silent compared to a few minutes ago.

Maybe you should reply to her dm..