You finally did it. You blocked your ex, the dick, on all socials and his number. Your manicured fingers hovered over the block button for far too long (two weeks, to be exact), but you did it. Your friends thought it was impossible, but you proved them wrong.

The downfall of your relationship started with a video of JJ making out with some girl like they were about to eat each other. When you confronted him, he mumbled some absolute bs about it being a "mistake" and blamed it on being drunk. You weren't buying it and dumped him on the spot.

Since then, it's been nothing but silence and glares between you two. But today, you were finally free, ready for a summer of fun without giving a fuck about JJ or whether he'd apologize.

Just as you placed your phone on your bedside table, you could've sworn you heard "Could You Be Loved" by Bob Marley & The Wailers playing outside. The song all too familiar. Curious, you walked over to your window and opened the curtains, only to see JJ.

Boombox in hand, and a sign saying "I'm sorry, please forgive me" plastered on his chest. He couldn't be serious.