Crazy For You

Fine

"Fuck you then!" Dominique yells.
"Fuck you too!" Khalil yells back.
"I've been there for you for as long as I can, and you do this?!"
"Whatchu mean you've been there for me?!" Khalil asks. "Have I not?!" She asks. "Not that I remember."
"Oh really?! I've been there for you through freshman year! Sophomore year! Junior year! Senior year! Your grandma dying! Another freshman year! Another sophomore year! What the fuck?!" "Bae, look-" "You remember now?!" She asks, cutting him off. "You haven't been there for me throughout everything!" "What haven't I been there for?!" "You haven't been there for me when I-" "You know what? Actually, I don't give a shit, get the hell out." She tells him. "What?" He asks. "Are you deaf? Get out!" She yells and points to the door. "This is my house." He says. "No the hell it's not!" She says while shaking her head. "It's ours, we rented it together!" "Well it's mine now, I can rent it on my own," Dominique states while still pointing to the door. "Dom," Khalil starts. "Did you not hear me?" She asks, cutting him off. "Get out!" Khalil sighs frustrated and snatches his car keys off of the coffee table. He turns around and storms out of the apartment, slamming the door shut almost as hard as he can behind him. Dominique crosses her arms and taps her foot on the ground anxiously. She huffs and speed walks to the door, opening it. She sticks her head out, looking to the right side to see Khalil still walking down the hallway. "Your stuff will be outside this hallway whenever you wanna come get it!" She yells. "I don't even wanna come back to this place anymore!" He yells back. "Then don't! Your shit will be sitting in the dumpster outside!" "I wish you would," Khalil says. "Come and get your stuff then. I don't want it." Dominique says like it's obvious. "I will!" He yells. "Good! That was the plan anyway!" She responds. She shakes her head and groans, then she walks back inside of the apartment, shutting the door closed behind her. She looks around the silent apartment for a moment before she closes her eyes and hits herself on the head. "Shit, now I gotta pack his stuff up." She says. Dominique decides to just do it now and get it over with. She goes to their room in the back of the place and pushes the door open. 'It's not exactly clean in here. How am I supposed to find all of his stuff?' 'Eh, he doesn't need everything, he'll be alright.' Dominique shrugs her shoulders and goes to the kitchen to find a cardboard box that she assumes will be big enough to fit all of his things in. She takes it back to her room and sets it down on the floor. She walks over to the closet and looks inside it, after a moment of searching, she grabs a black, zip-up bag and throws it into the bed. Dominique basically grabs all of his clothes on the hangers, snatches them off the hangers, and stuffs them in his bag. She goes to the drawers and grabs the rest of his clothes, stuffing them in the bag as well. She goes back to the drawer to see if she left anything, And it turns out that there's still a shirt inside. She rolls her eyes and picks up the shirt. Underneath it, she sees a pack of condoms and scoffs, picking it up. She puts both the shirt and the condoms inside the bag. "Take these with you, since you wanna use them on other bitches." She says and huffs. She zips up the bag and throws it out of the room. "Your dick was small anyway," Dominique says to herself. She shakes herself out of her thoughts and picks up the box she threw on the floor. She looks around the room once more to see what she needs to put in there, then she walks towards the dresser. Once she gets there, she basically tosses anything that's not hers inside the box carelessly. Cologne, open deodorant, jewelry, cheap headphones, controller, anything. After that, she moves to the bathroom. She grabs his shampoo from the shower, along with his body wash, face wash, open razor, hairbrush, and toothbrush. "I hope all of those touch so you can be tasting hair in your mouth." She says. 'Nasty ass' Dominique walks out of the bathroom and grabs the bag with his items. She walks to the front door and opens it, then she throws the box and bag on the floor. They hit the floor with a thump but still land upright. Dominique rubs her hands on her pants and closes the door. She goes to the table in the living room and picks up her phone. '9:18' "Shit, I'm late for work." She grabs her keys from the table and her purse from the couch. Then she hurries and runs out of the door, slamming it behind her.
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