-Ian's P.O.V-
At this point in time the posters on the wall above Amy's head were all I could focus on after she gave me her stupid fucking excuse of why we shouldn't be together. To top off all this bullshit, everyone in the hall was staring at us. Sharply inhaling I scanned the girl standing infront of me. From her red hair, to her plain dark eyes that were ringed with bags. Her small nose just above her plump lips which were unconsciously pouted out at the bottom. Oh, those lips. The way her breast were cradled by her t'shirt made him ache. "Ian? I-" Before she could say something to hurt him more he cut her off. "Hear what Ames, I don't wanna hear the fucking bullshit excuse you put together to break things off with me. I get it. You're rich and well off. Damn I was stupid to think I was good enough, damn. Wow. Look Amy, I guess this is it. So let me save you the time. Bye." The pain on Amy's face was all too clear. He hated way she winced when he coldly spat her nickname only he used for her. The way her shoulders slumped when he said bye. "Ian, ple-" "Fuck shut up Amy. SHUT UP." With that he stormed away. Punching ever other locker on his way out of the hall. Where the fuck is Xańa man. Storming out of the school he approached Xańa's car grateful that he had spare keys. As he got in the car he slammed the door laying back his head. She was all he had. She grounded him. Putting the key in the ignition he pulled out of the car park, God knows where he was going.
Turning on the radio he smiled grimly as a Jhené Aiko song started playing.
' and don't take this personal but you're the worst you know what you've done to me. '
Humming along to the song he knew exactly where he was going. Exactly where him and Xańa met, where they would hide whenever something happened at home.
