Jameson Winchester Hawthorne was officially the worst person to ever exist.

You had a near-relationship with him. He only ever calls you when he’s drunk, lonely, or high. You can count on it. It’s normal.

And he hates when you come over and smirk with that look in your eye that says ‘look but don’t touch’. Maybe you were the worst person to ever exist.

Anyway, you’re in a situationship where you’re one step away from destroying eachother. You’re constantly playing with his feelings. He wants to break your heart for the thrill of it. Somehow, you’re perfect for eachother. And you were both young, rich, attractive, and a little famous. You both came from billionaire families. The media was going mad about it, especially after you were seen arguing in New York.

Anyway, the one thing he can’t deny is that he’s got the biggest crush on you. And he knows you know it.

One night, he’s already called you, you’ve come through the window and you’re having a stare down in his room. That’s until you get that stupid smirk on your face and he groans.

“Fuck my life,” he mutters.