run of the mill.

11th

Kim is the picture attached

  "Shawn what the fuck!" Kim screamed as she marched into his room. Shawn closed the door behind her and sighed. What the fuck was wrong now? He though bitterly as he settled back onto his bed.

Kim threw her bag in the floor and looked at him with anger in her eyes. "What the hell is going on?!"

Shawn didn't even bother telling her not to yell at him like she was his mother. He felt like she wouldn't listen either. "What are you talking about?"

"Ok why are people coming to me asking me if we broke up or something?"
Shawn made a confused face, a genuine confused face. "What? Why would they say that?"

Kim pointed in his face as she spoke. "Because of all the time you spending with that mannish bitch Beyonce that's why!" Kim paced the room a second and then looked back at him. "You are embarrassing me! People see you leaving her dorm in the morning and shit! What the fuck Shawn! Do you not respect me or something?"

Shawn rolled his eyes visibly and rubbed a hand down his face. He was so damn tired of having this conversation. It was getting way, way old. So he said the same line he had been saying since they started doing the same dialogue over and over. "Beyonce and I are just friends Kim. I don't kno-."

"Fuck that Shawn!" she screamed. "Why you tryna play me?"

Shawn looked at her tiredly. "Ain't nobody tryna embarrass you Kim."

"Then what do you call it Shawn?"

"She's my friend! We just chilling. Nothing ever happened! Ever! Not so much as a hug out of line!"

"But I-," Kim started angrily. Shawn stood up and interrupted her.

"You what? It's always about you! I swear that's all that fucking comes outta your mouth nowadays! You so fucking selfish!"

"I'm selfish!? Me!" Kim pointed to herself for emphasis. "No you're the selfish one! You don't give a fuck about what people think about me! Their saying I'm stupid and I can't hold a man! They say I should dump your ass and move the fuck on!"

"Then what the hell you hear for?! You listening to everybody else anyway, so leave!"

There was a knock at the door and both of them looked at it and then at the floor. It had gotten really carried away really fast. Shawn thought the intermission would have been nice so he answered while Kim tried to get herself together. It was Chris and T. "Yo," Chris said suspiciously as he peered around. "You straight?"

Shawn nodded distractedly. He went to his bed and sat down, putting his head in his hands. Chris stepped in and T stood outside to wait for him. "I came for my Icecream hoodie. I think I left it here."

Nobody said anything and Chris moved to the closet to look for the lost artifact. He knew where it was but he had to run an intermission. Him and T heard the yelling down the hall. People were standing stationary out in the hall so that they could hear and laugh quietly to one another.

Kim wiped her eyes and looked around the room embarrassed. "Fuck you," she mumbled to Shawn and marched passed T and out of the room. Shawn said nothing, just sat there in the same position as though he didn't hear her. But he had. And it didn't hurt as much as it was suppose to.

It hurt a little more.

Beyonce picked up her phone off her bed and sat down where it previously was. She bit her lip and went through her recent call list. When she found his number, she pressed call and put the phone to her ear.

"Hello," he said. Beyonce thought he sounded like he was tired but she wasn't going to comment on it.

"Hey," she said making it known who she was.