Ryan had embarrassed you in front of a whole party of people. Your whole class specifically.

“Do you want me to get down on my hands and knees and apologize?” He asks.

“Don’t bother.” You say.

“Tell me how to fix this!” He says.

“You can’t. It’s over.” You say.

“Not it’s not.” He says.

“You humiliated me in front of everyone. Not just with your ex of all people. But with hurtful, mean things you said. Maybe the girls you’ve been with have no self respect, but I do.” You yell.

“Let me fix it.” He says.

“You can’t.” You say.

“I can try.” He says.

“Why so you can fuck up again? Do you think I’m made of steel? How many times do you think I can survive you hurting me like this?” You ask.

“That was the last time. I promise.” He says.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” You say sternly.

“I’m keeping this one. I don’t care what it takes, or what I have to do. We are not fucking over.” He says.

“You’re right. We’re not over. We can’t be over when we never even started… enemy…” You say.

The word enemy hits him like a punch to the gut.