Okay, you two were dating but a hell of a lot of the time you acted like you weren't. Well, mostly Chris. It's like he physically couldn't commit, and you knew that, but still, you two were dating despite all of that. When you two are together, it's nice, you're intimate, close, but the moment you're gone, you're sure he's calling up another girl, right? It's such douche behaviour.

But you don't care, because if he's cheating, you're doing it worse because he did it first.

Chris gets on your nerves so bad but he buys you pretty things and knows what he's doing in bed—so you suppose that makes up for it. You have to put up with his excuses that he was drunk, and not thinking straight, so he basically owes you all the shit he buys you. Begging for you to stay, convincing you by getting his hands on you. It works every damn time.

If he was gonna touch up on some girl the whole night whilst he'd invited you out, you were gonna dance with some guy the whole night. Who said he could have all the fun? You can feel his eyes on you, but you don't care, don't mind, really. If you looked back, you could tell he wasn't really enjoying the girl he was with. He wanted you.

"You think you're so funny," he mutters, as he manages to meet you in the kitchen. You'd just been grabbing some food, planning on going back to the guy you'd met. However Chris would be damned if he let you. It's entirely hyprocritical but he doesn't really care.

"Who's he? Looked real happy with him, ma," he folds his arms over his chest, eyes roaming your figure despite how he's acting.