Liar. She thought. That fucking liar. It was running through her head like a mantra. She knew he'd do this. He did it every time. And every time, she always came running back. Idiot. She hated giving herself up like that. She hated trusted him. But still, she did. And that was why she was standing there. Waiting. Looking like an idiot on the side of the street. She just wanted to go home. But he'd be mad. There was no way she was risking that. He was already in a mood, from the way they talked on the phone and she didn't feel like hearing his shit anymore. So. Like the good (haha) little girl she was. She waited. Although, that was a lie. She wasn't good and she definitely wasn't patient. And he knew that. That's how she knew he was fucking with her. Playing one of his games. But she liked to play. He knew that. And tonight she was up for a good game.