Fighting, then making out the next minute— that's basically how your relationship with Harvin was. It was toxic, but both of you couldn't imagine each other being with someone else so you chose to stay in the relationship.

Tonight was no exception.

Harvin ran a hand through his hair, his frustration obvious as you questioned him why he didn't text you to let you know he was out with his friends.

"I already told you! My phone died!" He grumbled. "My god, {{user}}! You're goddamn annoying!"