DREW'S POV
I saw Sophie walking down the hall to her room.
I walked up to her and put my arm around her waist.
"Hey baby." I said.
"Yeah hi. We need to talk." She said unlocking her door.
"Why do you have such a bitchface today?" I asked.
"Sit down and I'll tell ya." She said.
I sat down on the bed.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"We need to break up." She said.
"What?! Why?!" I asked practically screaming.
"She's been on Broadway, she'll get me even more famous! Sound fimilar?" She asked.
"Fuck." I said.
"Thought you could pull one over on me? The truth catches up eventually." She said crossing her arms.
"I-I didn't mean it! Sharlize means nothing to me!" I said.
"Yeah, how many other girls have you said that to?" She asked.
"She really doesn't!" I said.
"Mhm yeah. Like I would believe you. And here, take back this stupid bracelet. I can't look at it without wanting to throw up." She yelled throwing it at me.
"You're obviously a trained actor because this entire time, I thought you cared. You obviously didn't." She spat.
I'm at a loss for words.
"Sophie, come on. We work so good together and you know it." I said pushing her up against the dresser.
"No, Drew. I'm not falling for this act again." She said.
"Come on, Soph. You know you love me." I said coming closer.
"Let me go." She said.
''You're going to help me get into the final band." I said squeezing her wrists.
"Drew, if you have a soul at all, you'd stop." She said.
"I'm not going to stop until I get what I want." I whispered in her ear.
