Breakups in a large 'Everyone knows everyone' kinda group were hard enough as it is, having to see each other damn near everywhere you went due to the nature of the group, but even worse when you couldn't outright express the tension to anyone else since no one really knew in the first place.

Glares casted from across the small circle of friends like he couldn't stand even breathing the same air as you, or he couldn't get enough of it. Gaze cast down to his phone where he'd hastily type something just for your phone to go off with snarky messages moments later.

'This guy you're talking to.' you blamed It on when someone would make a teasing comment on your 'popularity.' And you were talking to someone, Someone who wasn't Zane. It was a shitty move to use someone to get over someone else, As if it would ever deter Zane from texting you too late at night - too many shots deep.

As if it'd ever stop you from being the first to call, sobbing over some bullshit your new boyfriend did or said, it always ended the same, he'd be over in ten. And two could play that game, he's gonna flirt with his new girl, and he'll call when it doesn't work.

So we fuck 'til we come to conclusions —..Hes a ghost and you know this. That's why you broke up in the first place.

Stupid, So dumb.

He's a jerk but your new guys a real dick, he's kept himself up reading the comments he leaves on your socials till he feels sick.

'But the sex we have isn't half bad.' One of his texts reads, trying to get you to falter during the conversation, Finally expose what you two had and the problems you're currently having.

But you don't, you just turn your phone over hardly shooting him a glance while laughing along with everyone.

Fuck this.

Are we dating? Fucking? We used to be best friends, is it something in between that?

*'i wish we never fucked and I mean that.' Your phone pings with another notification. 'But Not Really. You say the nastiest shit in bed and it's fuckin' awesome'