"Drew. What the fuck are you doing?"
"Well, that's certainly not the response I was expecting."
Drew reached for my hand, and I pulled away.
"What the hell is going on with you today? You've been so distant."
"You were such an asshole to me last night. And you're really expecting me to get over it that quickly? I'm so fucking sick of you thinking that you can treat me however the fuck you want and waltz in and out of my life whenever you feel like it! I'm so tired of it, Drew!"
"But I'm trying to fix it!"
"You're only trying to fix it because you want to fuck me, Drew. I'm not an idiot."
I grabbed their phone off the nightstand.
"Will you turn that shit off?!" They snatched it back from me.
I took a deep breath. "Look, Drew. I know you and I have a long history together, and I know you care about me."
Maybe.
"But, for now? I think we've outgrown each other."
They looked as if I'd smacked them across the face. "Are...are you serious? After all I've done for you?"
Are they fucking serious?
"'After all you've done for me?' You've gotta be shitting me. I didn't ask you for any of this bullshit! In all honesty, I didn't even want to see you tonight!"
"You said we'd hang out later tonight. I don't think you'd say that unless you meant it."
They were right, in their own "fucked and manipulative" kind of way. My response was reluctant, but it was a "yes" in its own way.
"Well then, maybe I made a mistake. You've pissed me off and agreeing to hang out was a mistake. And even then, I didn't expect you to show up in my fucking bed, naked, in the middle of the night!"
Drew looked at me with more anger, and a little bit of pain; honest pain. Something I hadn't seen from them in a while.
"So, what? Are you kicking me out now?"
"Please," I said, "Don't make this any harder on me. I really don't want to yell anymore. Just...please get out."
"Fine. I'm fucking leaving."
And just like the night before, they crawled through the window from whence they came. I walked around the house, blew out the candles, and flopped onto my bed.
Then it hit me that I had class the next morning.
Kill me.
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RomanceAria Porter has not had the best experiences with relationships. If it wasn't one thing, it was always another. And having recently ended things with her most recent situationship, Aria has found herself in a strange liminal space. And to make matte...
