through the Door of a sophisticated room comes a figure in rage , eyes chummy with tears .

' how idiotic of me to think that he loved me ' thought the boy as he recalled the night

he saw his man dance with another girl .

*scoff

' I couldn't have thought that a person

I loved , can do this '

walks in another figure , frustrated and making up excuses about the incident

" come on , don't be dramatic there is nothing serious between us "

" NOTHING SERIOUS!? we're fucking engaged and to be married in 5 weeks ,

this was a god damming home comming party for our hell of a neighbourhood "

" come on chill , not like she and I did something bad we just danced "

*sighs

" this is over , get out "

" what ? ."

" i said this over get the hell Outta this house " said the figure loudly .

out did the bigger go think that the smaller will get over it by Tommorow it's just his hormones acting up