short stories with tragic endings

Dialogue

"What the fuck?"

Eyes sharp, he turns to look over his shoulder. His girlfriend stands, full of rage and maddens painted across her face. Standing over him with her arms crossed and her foot tapping, like a cop interrogating a suspect.

"What?" He casually asks.

"Who in the hell do you think you are? Mr. Fucking Friendly? I saw who you were just talking to! I saw you talking to that bitch!"

"She's not a bitch, she is one of my friends," he pleads, "I have known her forever and we're just friends. That's all."

"Why did she say she misses you? Huh? And she can't wait to see you?"

Turning his chair away from his desk, minimizing his Facebook news-feed, he braces himself for an argument.

"I haven't seen her since I moved up here. Last time I went back home she was out of town, and yes, we were going to meet up and maybe have lunch. But that does not mean I'm fucking her."

"But you want to! Ha! I knew it!"

"Knew what? There is nothing to know about us, we're friends. Nothing more."

"Yeah, a friend who likes to casually fuck you. That's gross. How many other guys does she causally fuck?" She gets in his face as she throws her hands up in the air.

"Are you kidding me? I don't need this shit right now, I'm trying to study." He rolls the chair back over to his desk.

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you too, babe."

The front door slams, rattling the paintings above his desk. He goes back to his Facebook and clicks on the girl's profile, whom of which was the cause of the argument he just had.

"Why didn't I start dating you? Now I'm stuck with this dumb bitch."