“Brit…” he said softly, his hand turning my face so he could look in my eyes.
Did I ever tell you that Cooper is gorgeous? He is. He’s got fantastic brown hair that’s messy in a hopelessly sexy way, and his eyes are the strangest color green, but I swear, it’s like he’s looking into my soul.
I can’t stand it. I am over him. I do not love him! Last night, I must have had too much to drink or something… although I don’t have a hangover which implies I didn’t.
As he stares into my eyes I know I’ve been lying to myself. I can’t help it; I’m hopelessly in love with Cooper, the biggest asshole in the history of assholes. How pathetic is that?
“Do you know why I dumped you?” he asked.
“Because you’re an asshole,” I reply quickly, “And might I remind you, you were cheating on me recently too.”
He sighed, “No I wasn’t. We’d only just hooked up at lunch. I was planning on dumping bitch-head after school, but I was having difficulty doing it…”
“Because you were making out?” I suggested sarcastically.