The unexpected

Chapter 29

I didn't close the curtains yesterday. Congratulations to me. Blake's up, and he's sitting at my feet, looking at me.
-Get out of my room. , I say with my sleepy voice.
-Lauren...
I stop him, I don't want to talk to him.
-Go fuck yourself Blake.
Get the fuck out of my room, damn! My eyes are still closed, I try to open them.
-Fuck it.
I get up. I'm getting out of here. Shit. There's glass of beer, and cup everywhere. I'm going to clean up a little bit. I take a bag, and I put everything I see in it. Blake follows me, and he's looking at me. I'm so mad, it hurts in my heart, and in my stomach. I hate him. I'll calm down, but I need him to go away! I look at him with knives in the eyes, and with my harsh tone I say.
-What you don't understand in "go away"!
He doesn't talk, he just stay there, looking at me. I'm about to explode. I want to scream my frustration out loud. I want to punch something. God!
-Argh! Fuck it.
I let the bag on the floor, and I'm going to my room. I put my beach dress, and I take my wallet. I'm going to the door, when he asks.
-Where are you going?
-Away from you.
And I get out of the condo. Shit, I forgot my phone. Fuck it, I don't want to retrace my steps. I'm going to eat breakfast somewhere, and maybe I'll go shopping. Anything that could make me happy.
BLAKE
It's 21h30 now, and she's still not there.
I don't know where she's, and I hate this. Shit, shit, shit! What is my fucking problem. I saw her kissing the other guy, and Tracy took my hand at the same time so I followed her. It hurted me so much when I saw her kissing the blond guy. I was about to punch him in the face. I love her, what the fuck men! No, she said that I don't. I'm a fucking asshole, and the only thing I'm able to do is hurting her. I've explained to Charlie, and all the group what happened. Charlie only answers "give her the day. I can understand her." She can understand her? Seriously? They're all gone at a party, but I prefered to stay here, waiting after Lauren...

I'm looking at the clock, it's now 22hrs. The door opens. It's Lauren.
-Where have you been?
She completely ignores my question.
-Where are they?, she asks.
-At a party.
-You should have go there, too.
-I've been waiting after you.
She doesn't give a fuck about me.
-I'm here now, bye.
And she's going to her room.
-Lauren, wait!
I hear her retracing her steps, yeah.
-Can we talk?
She's looking at me with sad eyes, and a lot of madness.
-I listen to you.
She's walking to the refrigerator, and she takes a bottle of water.
-Are you hungry?
That's all I have to say, for now.
-A little bit.
-Do you want go out?
-That's not the best situation to go out.
She's right, you know, if we fight...
-I'm just going to make myself some grilled cheese.
I'll do these.
-Sit, I'm going to do your grilled cheese.
She does as I told her, and I make her lunch.
-Where have you been?
-Outside.
Our tone are cold.
-OK..
Calm down... I have nothing to say...
-Why have you kissed this Guy yesterday?
My tone his harsh. Calm down, Blake.
-Well first, he took me, and we kissed because of the game. Don't ask me to explain you why, I don't really know either. And you, why were you about to fuck Tracy in my bed?
-I didn't know it was your room, first. And I saw you kissing the other guy, she took me the hand, and I followed her.
She laughs, so I frown.
-And after that, you told me that you "love" me?, she asks.
-Yup.
She laughs out loud. What the fuck.
-Just to make sure that you know that Blake... Loving someone means more than fucking this person. Most of the time, loving someone means making love to her, not fucking her. Loving someone means being in a relationship with. A serious one.
-I know.
She rolls her eyes.
-Stop it, Blake, you don't love me. You'll fuck her tomorrow, and in two days, and everyday. Just skip to the next subject, please.
Oh my god, it makes me angry that she thinks that! Damn!
Her lunch is ready so I give it to her, and she gives me a fake smile.
-We should take our distance, for real... I don't know what's going on between us, but it just can't happen.
Those words punch me right in the face. That's how my week begins.