Two weeks with Mr.Selfish

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part 1

‘You’re trying to say we’re done?’

He avoided my eyes and kept looking down at his plate, shoving his pasta from left to right. ‘I’m sorry’ he sighed and took a tiny bite of his pasta. ‘I realized I don’t want to grow old with you. I want to find my soul mate.’

I sat up straight, begging him to look at me. Anger build up inside me. Why would he that to me? On our six months anniversary.

‘How sweet of you. Breaking up with me on our six months anniversary. How sweet’ I said after a moment of silence. Finally getting eye contact. ‘Fine, we’re done’ I mumbled and pushed my plate forwards.

‘I’m sorry’

‘You’re not’ I said, breathing in and out real slowly. Keep calm. ‘Stop lying, I’m done.’ I shove my chair backwards and stood up, grabbed my bag and turned around.

‘I didn’t expected this from you, Duke.’

He opened his mouth to speak but I was already on my way out of the restaurant. Rushing past the waitress with big steps. I shoved the door open and the moment the cold winter air hit my skin I calmed down. I  realized I had to clear my head before going home. I always did stupid things when I was mad.

I walked towards the dark parking lot and dropped down on the edge of the pavement, dropping my head in both my hands. I balled my fists and breathed in and out real slow. I wanted to put my hands in the pockets of my jackets when I realized I still had his present.

Two box seat tickets for the new York Yankees. I opened the black little box and took the tickets out. A small stripe of white paper was attached to the bottom of the box. Happy anniversary babe, I love you.

Gosh I was such an idiot.

I placed the tickets back in the black box and tightened my grip around the square cardboard. I stood up and looked at the box again. ‘There goes my 2 months salary’ I chuckled and threw the box as far as I could. I laughed, that felt good.

I brushed my hands on the top of my legs and started to walk back to the main street but didn’t get very far. After just a couple of seconds a deep voice interrupted my deep thoughts.

‘Hey, you!’

I turned around on the back of my feet and crossed my arms in front of my chest. A big creature stood on the place where I just had been sitting for 10 minutes. He was dressed in a black jumper paired with a black pair of jeans and white converse. Average.

His face was covered by the shadow of his red and green baseball cap. As I took a step closer towards him and his face became a little more lightened by the streetlights. His eyes stared murderously in to mine, they were hazel colored. My eyes trailed down his body, stopping at the black box I had just threw away a couple minutes ago.

‘Is this yours?’ He waved the black box in front of me. His voice was deep and held an accent, definitely not American.

‘Yes’ I replied coolly. ‘Why?’

He pressed his lips together and turned around, pointing his finger towards a black Audi. ‘You see that car?’ I nodded and dropped my arms next to my body. ‘That’s mine.’

I laughed. ‘Good for you.’

He smirked and waved the box in front of me again. ‘This is yours. That- he pointed at this car again – is mine.’ He paused a moment and crossed his arms in front of his chest. ‘This- he waited for a moment again- Hit my car’ he hissed.

I laughed. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’

He shove the box in his jeans pocket and grabbed my arm with his big warm hands. ‘Follow me.’

I followed him towards the black Audi and looked at the black slightly shimmering paint.

‘Right here’ he let his finger slide over the left door and stopped in the middle. ‘See?’

I scoffed. ‘I don’t see a fucking thing there.’

He pushed my head down, my nose touching the black car. I squinted my eyes and studied the car for a couple seconds. ‘You mean this?’ I asked pointing at a tiny little scratch that was only visible when someone pushed your nose against the car door.

‘That’s nothing but a tiny little scratch’ I scoffed.

‘This- he pulled the black box out again – destroyed my car’ he hissed. I laughed. ‘Destroyed? Well I’m sorry but that’s just a tiny scratch, it didn’t destroyed your car.’

‘Shh’ he pressed his index finger on my lips and turned his gaze back to the car. ‘Do you have any idea how much this car cost?’

‘No I don’t, and to be honest. I don’t give a shit. I didn’t have a great night and to be honest again, I really want to go home and stuff myself with chocolate and ice cream, I didn’t had a great night’ I mumbled and turned around, walking away from the dark parking lot.

‘You damaged my property.’  He grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards the small stroke of light from the streetlights. ‘You must pay!’

‘I- I pushed him of me and stepped back – I’m not going to pay for that tiny little scratch.’ I hissed and started to move.

‘You must pay me three thousand dollars before next week’

I turned around, his left arm hung still next to his torso whilst his right hand was stuck his pocket, his fingers surrounded the box seat tickets I bought for Duke.

‘WHAT?’ My eyes widened and I stepped back a couple more steps. ‘That tiny little scratch can’t be more than 90 dollars, idiot.’

‘So’ he paused for a while, staring at me murderously. ‘Are you going to pay cash or should we contact the insurance companies?’

‘You really think I can afford that’ I laughed out loud, the guy was crazy. ‘I’m a student and I can’t even pay a cab home so I’m sorry to crush your dreams but this will not happen.’

‘Well you can afford Yankees box seat tickets’ he smirked and opened the black box. Waving the two white tickets in front of me.

‘Listen you moron’ I sneered and his eyes widened. ‘I’m not paying for your shit. I’m leaving now because I’m this – I held my fingers really close to each other – close to punching something, and your face is the first thing I can think off.’

He laughed, a hard, mean laugh. ‘Threatening me now?’

‘Fuck you.’

‘Sexual harassment too?’ He let his tongue slide over his bottom lip, a sly smile grazing his full lips. ‘Oh sweetheart, keep going.’

Before he had a chance of going on with his cocky comments I turned on my heel and took off running, the wind brushing over my uncovered skin. I ignored his shouts from behind me as my legs kept carrying me. I ran seven or maybe eight blocks, making it all the way to the drugstore around the corner of my apartment.

I raised both my hands above my head, filling my lungs with oxygen. I was furious, this night was a big bunch of shit. I stepped in the drugstore, making my way towards the food section. Hell yes, a pint of lemon ice cream would soothe everything. I grabbed the carton from the freezer and walked back to the front. Duke might have dumped me in a restaurant on our six month anniversary and I might have spoiled three hundred dollars on stupid baseball tickets for him but I had just escaped from my three thousand dollar bill in an alley and I felt amazing.

‘That will be 2 dollars’ the woman at the counter informed me as she gave me the pint in a plastic bag. With a smile plastered on my face I opened my bag, looking for my wallet. My eyebrows furrowed together as I searched trough the junk in my endless deep bag. My smile disappeared within seconds when I realized my wallet was no where to be found.

Fuck.