Helluva Lifestyle

The Apology Tour

Roxanne's POV:

After staying with M'&'M for about a week, I'm back at my old apartment, and though it's a bit quiet around here, I'm doing ok. I haven't heard from Stolas in a while, but as he said, we both need time to process what happened that night and where we go from there. Today, I'm brewing coffee and making pancakes when I hear a knock at the door. I rush forward, ignoring the inevitable mess the kitchen is now, and open the door, hoping for it to be Stolas, but I look down disappointedly when I see Blitzø instead.

Blitzø: "Roxie..."

Me: "I have nothing to say to you."

I try to walk past him, but he slips into my apartment and blocks me every time.

Blitzø: "You can see where I was coming from, though, right? I mean, you and I have been through that kind of thing more times than I can count."

Me: "So, what? You lump Stolas in with the other assholes so that you don't have to feel anything? Because Hell forbid that anyone, Royal or otherwise, should genuinely give a shit about you. And don't say I haven't been answering your texts because I have."

Blitzø: "Yeah, I know."

Blitzø holds up his phone to show the middle finger I've been sending in response to his latest texts.

Me: "You'd think that would convince you that, again, I have nothing to say to you."

Blitzø: "Oh, come on, Roxie, we just had a rough night. 'Sides, you always want to talk to me."

Me: *sighs* "What do you want, Blitzø?"

Blitzø: "I want to know why you told Stolas about Striker but didn't tell me you told him. Now, he knows that I knew, didn't tell him, and now he's even more mad at me."

Me: "I'm sorry. Are you trying to make up for what you said by blaming me for your negligence in using common decency?"

Blitzø: "Uhhh, I- Sh- Yeah, sure that was- Ok, that was a shitty way for me to say it-But you usually laugh when I screw up grammatically."

Me: "Yeah, in texts and shit, and only when it's not offensive, defensive, or ignorant. I mean, for Satan's sake, would it kill you to say 'I'm sorry' to someone? Even me? You know what? Don't answer that because I will say this nicely one last time: I don't want to see or hear from you right now. So, can you please get the fuck out and let me live in peace for however briefly?"

Blitzø: "Oh, come on, Roxie. You can't mean that. You always love seeing this." *smiles brightly*

Me: "Seeing you right now is hard! I don't want to feel worse than I already do. It's bad enough I got an invite to this anti-Blitzo party- An honorary invite for being one of your freshest exes."

I pick up the invite off the counter and hand it to Blitzø.

Blitzø: "'Anti-Blitzo party'? Who the fuck's behind this?!"

Me: "It's ridiculous, I know."

Blitzø: "Real ridiculous. Real fucking classy."

Me: "Kind of her to invite me, though. It might be rude not to make an appearance."

Blitzø: "Her?-*reads card*-Verosika?! Of course, that fucking bitch."

Me: "I'll say this, though. I wonder how many others you have to hurt for it to count as a party. I mean, the whole thing is one big 'Fuck you, asshole' with neon lights and live music, knowing Verosika's reputation."