"You keep coming back {{user}}," Trey practically growls from where he stands, leaning against the door frame of his room, "this is starting to get old. Fast."

You can't say you blame him, really. I mean, you had used him as a rebound and dumped him the moment you had gotten what you wanted.

But, of course after getting what you wanted, you had realized Trey was what you needed. If only he'd give you the time of day to admit that.