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"Fucking idiot, fucking idiot, fucking iditot!" I constantly screamed over and over while punching his toned chest.
"Chill the fuck out." He gritted, snatching me by my wrist to prevent me from hitting him again. He had already told me that was one of his pet peeves but, did I care at this point? Nope.
"You're so dumb." I bit down on my bottom lip to keep it from quivering.
He sighed deeply. He could already sense that I was on the verge of bursting into tears."Leah please don't cry. I'm sorry, it was a stupid thing to do but I can't take it back. We gone be good, okay?"
I scoffed, snatching my arms away from him. We gone be good? Tuh.
What would posses him to do something that dimwitted? I still wasn't able to process this.
"No Chris we're not gonna be good. Fuck all of this shit, I'm done."
Grabbing my purse I headed towards his front door, his eyes burning a hole into my back the whole time.
"Maleah p-"
"Don't."
I was ending this bullshit right then and there, saving myself from being dug into a deeper hole.
Placing my hand on the doornob, I paused to look back into his mournful eyes."Eighteen years Chris. That's how long she got you."
I popped up in bed like a jack in the box, an irritant expression already plastered on my face. My day began with an attitude.
These uncanny, meaningless dreams are starting to irk my nerves. Why can't I just have dreams about unicorns, rainbows and shit like normal people?
I began patting the nightstand besides me without looking, in search for my phone. A smile crept upon my lips since I was already aware of whose text I'd wake to.
Goodmorning beautiful. I know your lazy ass is probably still asleep so text me when you get up.
It never fails.
Every morning I wake up to one-hundred percent battery and a text from Chris. Everyday. I love his consistency.
It's been two weeks since we've been back in Virginia. Chris and I talk incessantly. We're either texting or on FaceTime. But, we still haven't seen eachother in person since we've gotten back to the states. It's sad.
It's neither of our faults though. I've been in the office nonstop, being a GE assistant is no joke. They have been working my ass of ever since we've returned.
Chris on the other hand has been dealing with baby mama drama. He's been getting in touch with the members of the court to see what Mehgan has against him. I really would really like to sit down with her ass and have a civilized talk with the girl but it's not my place.
Then on top of that, he's been working just as much as I have. Selling his paintings, creating morals, he even does tats on the side. He's very artistic. His line of work is much more interesting than mine.
So, due to all of this I wasn't actually upset that we haven't had the time to meet up or anything.
Okay, maybe I was a little doleful at first because shit, we haven't even been on a date yet. But I get it, he's busy, I'm busy. The daily FaceTime calls make up for it.
We aren't even in a relationship just yet and I'm already acting like this. But that's my baby, if you get what I'm saying.
It's confusing, even for me.
