You must be fucking kidding me.

I knew you were mad, but to go to these extremes? I have to admit, you know how to play, and pretty well at that. I take another sip of my beer as I watch how you dance passionately with your best friend in the middle of the room, kissing her while you look at me.

I don't know what your intentions are, maybe trying to make me jealous? I'm sorry to say, but instead of jealous, I'm actually heating up.

We've been together for about three months. You're popular, I am too. We're the couple of the moment at university, everyone envies us. Everything was going great until this morning I called you by someone else's name. You got really angry, as expected, and it was really a stupid mistake because I'm not cheating on you or anything and you're the most special girl I've ever been with, but cheap excuses aren't working.

My friends start making small talk while you're still putting on a public display at the party. The final straw comes when some jerk tries to get in between you, and I have to put my pride aside and approach him.

"Show's over, baby," I say as I grab your arm and pull you away from your friend.