"I hate you."
"You really mean that, Princess?"
"Just shut up and kiss me."
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Dominique Smith, a badass senior at Oakwood High. She has long, straight, black jet-color...
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IX - Cheating?
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"So you're the girllllll in the dreesssss." He slurred.
"Excuse me, do you have some tissues?" I asked the driver. The driver handed me some tissues allowing me to clean up the blood that still kept dropping from Alex's face. I used one hand to scroll on my phone, the other holding Alex's hand.
"You've arrived at your destination." I thanked the Uber driver and helped Alex get out the car, into the luxury apartment complex. We entered the elevator to the second to the top floor, entered his apartment, and laid Alex on his bed.
"I like your dress." He spoke out of the random. I nodded as a thank you and looked for a first aid kit.
I cleaned up his bruises and removed his shirt to make him comfy, then he fell asleep peacefully on his bed, with me laying beside him and his arms around me.
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It was now six am and I figured I had to shower and then leave. There are no longer arms around my waist, meaning Alex had gone somewhere.
ughhh.
I got up from his bed, fixed it, and began walking to his large, modern marble bathroom. I showered in my underwear and bra just in case anything happened before turning on the shower. I finally stepped into the shower, letting the hot water droplets pour onto my skin.
I'm lost in my thoughts as I hear a door open from distance. I freeze as I hear Alex's room door open.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I heard him mutter. He cursed a few more times before I heard the bathroom door open. I heard a buckle and chain sound, then I heard footsteps coming closer to the shower. The shower curtain flew open as Alex entered the shower with nothing but fresh bruises and a pair of long shorts.
"Don–" Of course, he didn't listen. We were now face to face. The shower poured on our faces, soaking our hair.
"How dare you!?" I yelled.
"Don't start, Dominique. I'm not in the mood."
"I spend like two hours taking you here and then cleaning your bruises! Now you fucking show up with blood leaking through your nose, cuts everywhere, your knuckles are purple, a red area on your abs!! And that's okay!?" I argued.
