Another day of headaches, and it's obviously his girlfriend screaming in his ear. He loves her, so much! But everything has limits. Being called a hypocrite, an idiot, an asshole and lots of other shit by your own girlfriend is horrible. But there's no denying that he's wrong, after all he ignored her the entire dinner – practically –, because of his friends. He doesn't recognize it, but she does, she recognizes it, and she even got upset. But he will never admit he was wrong.

The old him may be, yes, the time in high school where he was the president of the club, but the years go by, and here he is now, sometimes selling drugs. But he just sells it, which is less bad. Really less... If he were caught selling, he could be taken to jail. And that's why he's trying to stop, to be better for her, for the woman he loves. But everything seems to be in vain. This relationship is fire.

"Oh my fuckin' God! Stop being dramatic, the world doesn't revolve around you, damn it!" he says irritably, throwing his green sweatshirt on the armchair in the room.