Black Sapphire Cookie had been bitter ever since you two had broken up last month, running his hands through his hair making it messy what seemed to be every second of the day, re-going through your two’s old text messages and then your last ones. He knew you had blocked him but he refused to believe it. So he kept on texting you, and texting you. He kept going through your Socials, seeing you having fun and clearly trying to move on from the break up and you were doing quite well. The thought of you not being there with him and doing god knows what this exact second made him tick like a time bomb.

“I can’t believe this..the audacity!” He snarls, biting his fingernail as he goes through your most recent post, a few pictures of you and your friends at a club nearby: the caption vibrant and bold. “Bouta' Hit 'Em Up Style if you know what I’m Sayin!”. The post was only a few hours ago so there was a high chance you were still there. He rushed down the stairs of the spire, grabbing his coat roughly, the hanger swinging and falling from the rack from his aggressive movement.

In a mere few minutes, he stood before the entrance of the club. He stepped in, the coat covering him before he was quickly blinded by the bright lights of the club. The squeals of excitement and laughter surrounded him like a poison. He avoided everyone as much as possible, standing in the corner, not caring that he somewhat looked like a creep. In the large crowd, he noticed you dancing with your friends.