We'll Never Be Over, Emmy

And I refused to look at him. "Get lost. I can show myself out."

"I'm not done – "

"I am!" I pivoted to face him. "You don't get to talk to me that way. Who do you think you are? 

You think I came here for you? That I was hoping I'd see you and you'd throw me a goddamn scrap or bone…some pathetic acknowledgment of my existence? 

Maybe I'd be able to harass you into a quick, dirty fuck in a corner somewhere in a pitiful effort to win you back?"

"Shut up, Emmy." His gaze was scorching hot, his jaw tight and hard. "Listen to me – "

"I'm only here because I was told you wouldn't be. I'm here for Cary and his career. So you can go back to the party and forget about me all over again. I assure you, when I walk out the door, I'll be doing the same to you."

"Shut your damned mouth." He caught me by the elbows and shook me so hard my teeth snapped together. "Just shut up and let me talk."