Why should I care?

Prologue.

As I look in my rear view mirror, I see a dark shadow. A shadow that vaguely resembled a human. I squint. As I look closer, I slowly start to recognize the figure. It was peter. My first love. The only person to ever really care about me. But only for my heart to be torn out by him.

I had to get away from him as soon as possible. I didn't plan on ever speaking to him again. I fumble for my keys and try to get the hell out of there. As soon as I start pulling away he starts running and jumps onto the hood of my car.

"Jeezus!" I scream as I jump out of my car to see if he was alright. "Ohmygodimsoosorry!"I say.

He stands up.

"Calm down jane I'm fine. I came here to talk to you about what happened that night. I need to explai-"I cut peter off before he could finish.

Ugh. He looked so cute today. I just wanted to run up to him and kiss him like old times. But things changed. He was an ass. A very cute ass. But still an ass.

"There is nothing to explain" as I say flatly.

"B-but I didn't do anything wrong. "

Unbelievable. I can't believe he can even own up what he did. I'm done taking this crap. I heard a voice interrupt my thoughts.

"Jane"

"Bye peter"

And that was the last conversation we ever had. Or at least I hoped.