C7 I hate her more than anything

“Come on,” he says harshly, taking my arm. “Let’s go.”

I follow him out to the car in silence, then we get in and he pulls out of the parking lot. I stay silent all the way home, feeling angry and hurt. He paid for her meal, even when she didn’t want him to.

He never even introduced me, or even acknowledged my presence. He was too busy looking at her perfect body