Him.

All he ever thought about was himself. 

The whole of the conversation in the cotton mill was about himself for gods sake! Just constantly talking about his Quidditch or his golf or his general problems himself. One of the last things he said to me was literally how good he looked in his golf hat. 

It doesn't make him look good. It makes his head look like a football. 

And who breaks up with someone in public? 

God. He's an arse. 

Constantly needing reassurance that he was the best at everything. 

Well I'm sorry but he was crap at a multitude of shit.

Particularly in bed. I mean it was okay, good even, but I had to fake every single orgasm. And that's just a bit sad. Plus it was boring. Just the same every time with no variation. 

At least with Jordan we actually experimented. 

Oh and not to mention needing reassurance about how he looked. He actually stood in front of the mirror every day and flexed. And boasted about his (non existent) abs. Like I'm not kidding, there is no muscular definition there whatsoever. I should know, I learn about muscular definition. 

Plus he got super jealous all the time and then tried to make me guilty by making it seem like it was my fault. It's not, especially if the basis of it was a dream that he conjured up himself! Ugh. 

I can hang out with my friends if I want to. Especially since he was the one who cheated. 

Plus he was constantly making me jealous (on purpose) by talking about girls who gave him massages and flirting and all that. He's just an arrogant arsehole.