“I don’t want you as a boyfriend, okay? Are you happy now?” The gun was loaded that time. Bullet goes right through my chest. “Like, seriously, Conor, you’re a great guy and you’re good looking, but what else do you have going on? You have no idea what you want to do with the rest of your life. You have no ambition. No plan or prospects. And that’s fine for you. You can live in your parents’ house and hang out on the beach for the rest of your life. Well, I want more for myself. It was fun, but next year we’ll be seniors and I’m ready to grow up. You’re not.”
Okay no you’re a bitch. You hit him in his insecurities to make it hurt more
