"Babe just ignore her" he told me as we got into his car.
"How can I ignore your ex girlfriend who you are still friends with that hates my guts?" I asked sternly.
"She's only my ex because we were too good of friends to be together, we do not have feelings for each other. You don't need to get suspicious and be rude to her too, try to be nice to her and she might be nice to you." He said louder.
We were half way to my house by now.
"I've never liked her, even before we were together. She is a bitch. How am I suppose to now?" I yelled
"It is easy. You don't criticize, you don't bitch, and you don't make smart ass comments. You compliment, and you-" he explained but I interrupted him.
"I KNOW HOW TO BE NICE, I AM NOT GOING TO BE NICE TO SOME ONE WHO HAS BEEN A BITCH TO ME SINCE I WAS IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. IF YOU WANT TO BE NICE TO HER THEN FINE BUT YOU ARE NOT GOING TO CHNAGE MY FEELINGS FOR HER." I yelled as he pulled down my street.
"FUCKING STOP, I HAVE BEEN FRIENDS WITH HER FOR A WHILE AND SHE IS NICE TO ME, DO NOT DISRESPECT MY FRIENDS. IF YOU HATE MY FRIENDS SO MUCH THEN MAYBE THIS WONT WORK Y/N" Cameron yelled back at me.
He pulled into my driveway and I open the door to get out.
"Fine Cameron, if someone who has just happened to magically like the same guys I liked at the same time and actually got the guys and rubbed it in my face, and someone has always down graded me for my height, weight, and looks is really your good friend then maybe we shouldn't be together." I told him.
I grabbed my bag and got all the way out. "Let me know what you think Cameron, but I want to know soon. If you don't tell me soon, that's how I know you care more about her then me."
