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*OPTIONAL*: I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER -- SHAWN MENDES AND CAMILLA CABELLO

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"Can we talk?" Rika leaned against the pole of the tent, looking at a man that sit amidst other pilots. Completely ignoring the others inside the tent.

"Oh?" Poe raised an eyebrow and put his hands and his head and leaned back. His muscles stretching his sweater. "What for?" She tried not to notice the deep rumble.

Her lips thinned. "Do. You. Have. Time. To. Talk?" Rika repeated, staring right back at the bastard. She doesn't have time for his bullshit.

He rolled his eyes, "All right, all right!" He says. "Don't get your panties in a twist." Then Poe turned to the others. "I guess that'll be it for today, I'll see you guys later." He nods his head. The men laughed, one, who she remembered as Temmin Wexley, who was called 'Snaps' by Poe and the pilots muttered something to Poe that sounded distinctly like, Are you getting some of that tonight? Rika rolled her eyes.

God only knows how I've stayed here for years and managed not to stab a single one of those pilots. Her mind sniggered.

Yeah, that's because you were too busy making out with, 'one go those pilots'. She sucked in an irritated breath and cocked her head towards the door. Poe pulled himself up from the chair and walked with her.

"You were playing Poker?" Rika raises an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah," he refused to meet her eyes.

"What type?" Rika winced, what are you doing? Trying to start a small talk? She asked herself sarcastically.

They were in her tent by then. Completely sealed from the world outside. Protected enough that Poe let loose his feelings. "Why do you care? " He snaps. "And what the fuck do you want to talk to me about? You made it pretty sure the last we talked that you didn't want to be involved with me at all!"

Rika eyes slightly widened, unlike her the pilot almost never swore. Then her mind traced back to their talk. She became furious and turned on at the same time. She silently groaned. The effects this man stills has on me. "Well yeah," she snaps right back. "You," she stabbed a finger in his direction. "Kissed me. The last time I checked," she raised an eyebrow. "That's not talking. Far from it, actually." She scowled.

But by the mention of the kiss, Poe seemed to be even more angry. "The kiss," he says mockingly. "Is this what it's all about? What was wrong with it?" He walked closer to her. The took a step back. "Oh, I get it, boyfriend back at the sandy hellhole of yours, isn't it?" He looked at Rika in the eye. She looked away. She had no answer. "Do you dream about him when you're here? Dream about being in his arms, his lips." She realized then.

He was jealous. Poe fucking Dameron was fucking jealous. But as much as Rika wanted to daydream about the fact the he was jealous, she was more scared. Fear is human. "Why do you care?" She asked, repeating the question she had asked hour ago. "Why do you care? We're not together anymore. Why do you care?"

He ran a hand through his hair and laughed sardonically. "You're so messed up, it's not even funny." Then he surged forward, her matching all the steps he took forward with steps back. "Why do I care? I told you! I fucking love you! And that's not going to change!" He shouts. "Do you not think I don't want to change that? Those three little words: I love you. Those three little fucking words. You'd think it'd be easy to change, just those letter formed into words. But, it's not!" Poe grabbed her shoulder.

(Part One of Chapter Begins: Song -- Safe and Sound -- Taylor Swift)

He then stepped back, defeated. Like she was yesterday, with all the fire drained out of her. And to see him so vulnerable and hurt like that hurt her too. Hesitantly, she put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."