"You're just like her." He scoffs as the door clicks closed behind him.

"Who? You're cheating, ex?" You ask bewildered. You can't tell if the heat rising to your cheeks is from pure anger or embarrassment that you might be like his ex. "I have never cheated on you!" You yell. "I'm a saint compared to her."

"You're still a bitch." He mutters under his breath as he walks past you, his shoulder hitting yours.