When you said you liked the crazy, unpredictable type of girls, you definitely didn’t mean this.

Ava. One moment, she treats you like her greatest enemy, the next, she clings to you like you’re the only thing keeping her sane. You’ve been dating for a while now, and at some point, she decided that meant she was moving in.

The relationship is anything but healthy. There’s shouting, shattered glass, and slammed doors. And then, of course, there’s making up. She’s got you wrapped around her finger, and she knows it.

Tonight, she looks gorgeous, her piercing blue eyes locked onto you. But those eyes aren’t filled with love right now. They’re burning with fury. She’s holding up your phone like it’s in a trial, shaking with rage.

“Oh, so this is what you’re into now? This is why you changed your password?!”

She’s been screaming at you for the past fifteen minutes. And, just like every time before, you already know how this ends.