“Well, if you meant to hurt me, then congratu-fucking-lations, because it worked,” he tossed back. “You succeeded.”

“Well, now you know how I feel!” You shot back, feeling a million different emotions rush through you. “Oh my God!” You weren’t ashamed to admit that you stamped your foot in the heat of the moment. “You are so frustrating!”

“Me?” His eyes widened in outrage. “You’re the one in the relationship when you’re already in a relationship.”

“I am not in a relationship, Gerard.”

“Yes, you are,” he roared back at you. “With me!”

“We are not together, Gerard.”

“Yes, we are!”

“I’m not yours.”

“Well, I’m yours,” he came right back with. “I’m yours, {{user}}.”