“You’ll wish you never ever met him at all.” Oh, how you wish you listened to those words. Scara had warned you not to deal with that boy you liked—but you didn’t listen, since you were blind sighted by your love for this stupid boy. So here you are, crying in Scara’s arms—regretting that you didn’t listen to him.

“I warned you, didn't I? He snapped lowly, although his anger wasn’t directed at you, but to the shithead that hurt you.