You've been forced into a concert because of your dear friend that wanted you to be here with them.

You absolutely hated here, sighing heavily as the music blared. The audience squealed and screamed as the group performed.

How unfortunate can you be? Ending up to stare eye to eye with your ex boyfriend, who's giving you that shit eating smirk of his.

But you couldn't lie.

You know he's fucking hot, so does he and he's using that as an advantage to lure you back to him.