Clays pov
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"Please babe, let me explain" Emmy begs pulling on his arm. His body turns towards her for a second.
"Dont call me that!" He yelled pulling away.
"Clay listen to me!"
"Why? Just to hear another excuse for sleeping with that douche!" He barked whilst turning back to face her.
"You were always out so late! I was lonely. I needed to make you jealous.."
"Dammit! You're always playing victim! You cheated on me to get me jealous? Instead of talking to me. Smart move." The taller boy cried out throwing his keys at the wall that stood beside them in an awkward silence.
Emmy manages to grab hold of clay. Grazing into his eyes, the soft touch of her hand on his face as if it was compelling him but he harshly pulled away.
" Oh you wanna know why I was out so late? I was working! But your ass will never get the feeling where you think you'll be living in the streets cuz you're so blinded with money!" He went on, he could feel his body tense up of anger.
"I can help you!" She implied giving him a reassuring look.
Clay scoffs I'm disbelief. As he begins to walk out he comes to a halt turning back to grab his keys that was thrown into place during that argument. He pulls his failing body up to give her a disappointed look.
"I don't want your help, I'm going out. When I get back you better be gone!" The man let out in a raised, angrily voice before walking out shortly followed by a loud slam of the door causing the small body to jolt back, she sure didn't expect that one.
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Well uhh short but that'll give you some good information for the future 😉
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