Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush.
Driving through the rain sucks. Driving through the rain while you're on the edge of crying sucks even harder.
"I love you, Jenna."
"I love you too, James"
Then we kissed and he gave me a necklace.
That memory made the tears fall down, it didn't help either that the song that we first kissed on started playing on the radio.
I saw him, with some blonde bimbo, I think her name's Jennifer, with her skirt to short and her cleavage to deep.
He kissed her and she didn't obey eventhough she knew I was his girlfriend.
He then picked her up and said: "I can't wait to see you later to..."
She giggled stupidly and asked him: "But what about your stupid girlfriend?"
"She doesn't need to know."
So I walked over to them and smiled sweetly before dumping my drink over his head.
"Jenna, why did-"
"Go fuck yourself James and you too you stupid bimbo."
I can't believe I was so stupid to forgive him after that.
I gripped my steering wheel harder and I could slowly feel myself breaking down.
"I don't think this relationship is going anywhere."
"And why's that, James?"
"Because you just don't want to sleep with me!"
"You have to earn that, you asshole. And right now, you're definitely not going to sleep with me."
"Then I'm breaking up with you because I need some space for myself."
"Fine, here's your stupid necklace and I'll be back tomorrow for the rest of your stuff.
I ran out holding in my tears in when I saw that same blonde bimbo come up to his door.
That was 30 minutes ago.
Right now I feel nothing, nothing but misery.
He wants space right? I'll give him some.
Then I speeded and my car looked like it was flying over the bridge, crashing right into the water.
The water was slowly filling my lungs and at that moment I was in total peace.
Here's your space, James.