You'd never felt more humiliated, here you were in your finest clothes and he'd quite literally broken your heart.
You sat there for a few minutes with your head down, waiting for the pitying glances from people at nearby tables to stop, before standing up and walking away from the table. The looks of the sympathetic simpletons burned into your back as you quietly made your way out of the restaurant, clutching your purse close to your chest for some mild semblance of comfort.
"Let me give you a ride!" The familiar and now rage inducing voice called to you as you left the restaurant, parked up, was Ashton, leaning out of the car window and beckoning you in.
"I don't want anything from you!" You choked back tears and pointedly turned away from the car, instead deciding to storm down the road despite the fact that you were wearing shoes that were most certainly not meant for storming off in. You felt the familiar ache in the ball of your foot as you walked and winced slightly, this is why flat boots are so much better, you thought to yourself.
"Babe I know your feet hurt and you hate that!" Ashton called out, he'd now taken to driving at a speed to match your walking pace.
"Not as much as I hate your dumb face right now!" You yelled at him and inwardly cringed at how childish that probably was.
"You're gonna ruin your shoes.." Damn it, he was right. No shoes deserve to be destroyed for the sake of a man.
You swallowed the bullet of defeat and marched your way over to the car, opening the passenger side door and sliding in. You angrily folded your arms over your chest and defiantly stared out of the window, refusing to look at his face.
"Look, I'm sorry.. I could've been a little nicer. I should have been nicer." He admitted, tightening his long knuckles over the steering wheel.
"That's it? Really? We've been together for two years and that's all I get, you could've been nicer?" Your humiliation had boiled to full blown anger and you were just about ready to strange him with one of his stupid bandanas.
"Sorry." He shrugged, glancing out of the window aimlessly, as if he didn't have a care in the world.
"No, I'm sorry. Sorry that I wasted my time on you, sorry that I thought you were different. Most of all, I'm sorry for you because I'm awesome and you know what? You're a fucking idiot for letting me go and when you do decide to come snivelling back to me and trust me you will, I'm going to take your drumstick and shove it up your ass." You smiled grimly at him as he looked at you like you were a mad man, who was he to tell you you weren't marriage material?
The rest of the ride was silent, filled vaguely with the hum of The Filthy Youth over the radio. You weren't angry anymore, not at the situation anyway, at him for being a pig. "I am sorry babe. We can still hook up sometimes if you wanna." He said almost suggestively as you climbed out of the car.
"I'd rather listen to Fifth Harmony while I'm burning at the stake." You sneered back at him, he knew you couldn't stand Fifth Harmony so that should give him some idea of how much you wanted to punch him in the dick right now.
You marched away determinedly but had one final idea before you reached your front door. "Hey Ashton!" You called out and he turned round expectedly. You raised your middle finger proudly before shouting out "Kiss my ass!" And blowing him one final kiss you turned on your heel and marched inside.
That showed him.
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Okay so the first part was based on legally blonde but with this second part I kinda thought nah, if he treated you so patronisingly I wouldn't just let him come crawling back so woo female empowerment ftw
There will be no part 3 for this either
