Rated R

Clayton's Couch

"ZACH!" I screamed angrily stomping towards him.

"What?" He asked confusingly on the couch.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS GIRL YOU LIKING ON INSTAGRAM?"

"Oh my god, Angel. It's just a picture... Stop overreacting." He said without even a care. He annoyingly turned back his head and continued watching the basketball game.

"Overreacting?" I chuckled. I walked over and forcefully unplugged the T.V. "I haven't even overreacted yet."

Zach stood up.

He was 4 inches taller than me so I was forced to look up.

He looked into my eyes, switching back and fourth to each one. I could tell he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, Zach opened his mouth to speak but closed it almost immediately. He walked away while tiredly shaking his head.

He ripped his jacket off the hook, and left, slamming the door on the way out.

I knew this time I had messed up. 

I just loved to argue with him. Just to make sure he still cared. But this time he didn't even say anything. I'm so stupid! Why did I do this to him? I always put him in these dumb ass situations that don't even make any sense. I guess now he's pretty much done.

I bursted into tears.

A few minutes later I hear a car speed off outside in the parking lot. Zach's car.

I couldn't breathe. I felt so lonely, so misplaced without him. Like he was ment for me and I just ruined everything. My bestfriend and my soulmate, gone.

2 hours later and he still wasn't home. By now I had created a puddle of my own tears on the hardwood floor. I didn't deserve to go into bed after how I had treated him.

I finally stand up from the floor to get some chocolate ice cream  from the freezer. Whenever I was depressed Zach would always get me chocolate ice cream with caramel and little gummy bears sprinkled all over it. He was so good to me.

I get a phone call. "Bestfriend". 

"Hey Storm." I sighed.

"What the fuck happened?"

"Storm, all I said was hey, chill..." I said sniffling.

"You need me to whack a bitch don't you?! Where they live?" She responded killingly.

"No, it's jus-..." My front door had ringed. "Imma call you back." I slowly tiptoe to the door and look out the peep hole. No one. Just to make sure in turtle-like motion I twist the doorknob. The door creaked loudly as I pulled it open.

Zach runs in and grabs my phone. I gasp terrifyingly. He throws my phone across the kitchen tile. Then locks the door behind him.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Just shut up."

He grabs my wrist and throws me down to the couch. He gets right on top of me. Zach begins fiercely making out with me. Gliding his tongue all around in my mouth. I knew he could taste the chocolate. It was his favorite flavor.

His lips felt like clouds even though he was kissing so roughly.

He starts sliding down my neck to my sweet spot. I had refused to moan for him. And I know he had realized that.

He angrily stands back up to his feet.  

While quickly unbuckling his belt he speaks the words "If you're gonna act like a bitch, Imma treat you like one". I look at him confusingly.