When I got out of the bar, I was really in a hurry. I didn’t know what to do about everything that’s happening. I messed up my hair and I was flustered.

Tears welled up in my eyes knowing that Derrick would not agree to what he heard, but why not? It should be okay with him. He should agree. I'm doing them a favor.

I'm just walking. I don't know, but somehow he manages to come for me. And I couldn't look directly at him. I was so guilty, but for what? I'm not doing anything wrong.

"Why do you want to break up with me?" I stay silent....