He places the box of pizza in between us on the bed.
"Eat." He mumbles as he rips a slice, the cheese dragging along with it.
Yum. I lick my lips and I tear away my own slice, resuming the paused episode.
"This is s**t. Why do girls love watching s**t like this?" He mutters.
"Why do guys have to be such jerks?" I counter.
"I wasn't talking about you." He mutters back.
"Oh, sure you weren't." I mumble sarcastically, through my teeth.
"Can't believe I dated you." He says quietly. My heart shatters at his words. Was I that bad?
"Me neither." I say and with the corner of my eye I see his eyes flash with hurt before they turn dark again and up goes his walls, before he goes back to being on his phone.
"You've changed." He says, after a while, as he tosses the empty box of pizza on the
