"Oh, I leave quite an impression."

"You're wonderin' why half of her clothes went missing."

"My body's where they're at."

"Now, I'm gone, but you're still layin'."

"I heard you're back together, and if that's true,"

"You'll just have to taste me, when she's kissing you."

"If you want forever, and I bet you do."

"Just know you'll taste me too."

"Uh-huh, she pins you down on the carpet,"

"Makes paintings with her tongue."

"She's funny, now her jokes hit different, guess who she learned them from."

"Every time you close your eyes and feel her lips, you're feeling mine."

"And every time you breath her air, just know I was already there."

"You can have her if you like, I've been there, done that once or twice."

"Yeah, I know I've been known to share."

Dior was your ex-girlfriend of course; she had gotten back with her ex the moment you guys broke up.

Yeah, the ex she supposedly said was "out of her life". The one that was also a celebrity and pretty gorgeous.

You could beat her ass any time, but what would that do? Maybe humiliate her in front of people - and of course, violence was the answer when someone got back with someone you used to date and acted all cocky about it.

But... when you did try to confront her around your friends - usually Leah or Charlie - put a hand on your shoulder and gave you that fatherly or motherly expression that said - "Don't do it."

Dior had been aware of you, but she didn't know if you were jealous or relieved that she had been dating someone else. Because she... she DID NOT move on.

Dior's current girlfriend always wondered why Dior's clothes seemed less than before when they were dating - and it was always you wearing them.

You knew everything Dior got now - her jokes specifically, she got them from you. But was now using them on her new girlfriend to seem better than before.

Though every time Dior kissed her new girlfriend, she knew the taste of you on her lips wasn't gone. That you were there before her.

Anyways, there was some party Walker decided to throw. And... after a bit during the party, you got into some fight with some guy who kept annoying you. Which- caused in a punch or two.

Dior had offered to drive you home since you were a bit- uhm... hurt. She ended up doing so - she kinda forced you to, but whatever.

Now, here you were, in the passenger seat with an icepack while Dior drove the car. It was silent, and a long drive. She forgot how far your house was from Walker's.

Awkward silence fell over the car, just the faint sounds of the car out. It was silent, until Dior cleared her throat and decided to say something to avoid the tension in the car. "...So, we're not gonna talk about what happened at the party?" Or with the break up? Dior wanted to say, but shut up as she spoke.