Your hands tremble as you go to and from the window in Aaron’s room, throwing anything of importance to the ground below. Aaron simply sits on his bed and watches. He gave up on trying to calm you down.

“I wish I had never spoken to you in the first place!” you shout. You’ve never been so angry, and the calm look on his face only serves to make you even angrier. “Get the fuck out! Get out of my goddamn house!”

Your eyes sting with tears that you don’t bother to wipe away. One of your friends had shown you a picture of Aaron with someone else. He tried to deny it until you showed him the picture, then he confessed to everything.

According to Aaron, he had been seeing them for a year, and he couldn’t figure out who he liked more. He says that they didn’t know either, and begged you not to tell them. You, of course, don’t plan on listening to him.

Aaron stands up, taking a step toward you and raising his hands in a calming manner, but it doesn’t do anything to soothe your rage.

“Listen, I was just trying to decide who I wanted to be with more, and…I’ve come to a decision. I’ve decided I like you more, so I’ll break up with them and I’ll just be with you.