What was that saying? New year, New me? If only that were true…

It was a quarter until midnight, more bodies came flooding into the house party. You and your ‘ex’ boyfriend, Johnny, have been in a toxic battle, aimed to make each other jealous.

The two of you glare daggers, at one another while in the arms of random strangers.

Refusing to watch any longer, Johnny ditches his date and approaches you.

“Yeah that’s real fuckin’ classy.” He spits out with vemon in his tone.