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we should be good by now | austin rivers

we should be good by now

dedicated to: the6ixgoddess_
non-explicit ☻

"Trinity, this is ridiculous," Austin argued as he followed his fuming girlfriend of six months into the living room of his two story home. "It isn't ridiculous, Austin; all these females need to know their place. According to today, it seems as though nobody knows their boundaries, and if that's the way it's going to be then this can't continue," Trinity argued, grabbing her jacket and purse from the couch that was positioned against the off-white painted wall.

Austin had come home from an exasperating game at the Staples Center to see Trinity's bags packed at the front door; he didn't know what had happened, for he hadn't been home almost all day. All he knew was that once Trinity saw sight of him, she began to lose it.

"What did I do, Trinity?" a confused Austin asked, taking her wrist into his hand to halt her from walking any closer to the front door, "I'll be damned if you walk out that door without letting me know what the problem is."

Looking back at Austin, Trinity yanked her wrist away from his grip, taking a step back to open up the gap between their heated bodies. "All these damn pictures with thirty ass tricks! You know me; I'm crazy as hell— I'll kill every one of those bitches, Austin," Trinity explained. Austin took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, running his fingers through his curls, "Baby girl, they're fans. What do you want me to do? Be an asshole?"

"Yes."

"Trinity, really?"

"You knew the deal before we even got together, Austin. Why are you making it seem like I never told you about the boundaries you don't cross with me?" Trinity asked with a raise of an eyebrow. "Baby, that's my job; I'm a famous basketball player! Part of my job is signing autographs and taking pictures with people. I can't blow them all off; that's rude," Austin emphasized.

"Well then I'll blow you off, cool?"

Before Austin could open his mouth to speak, Trinity was already out the door, leaving a devastated Austin to feen for himself.

*

Pulling up to her best friend, Darilyn's, house, Trinity parked her Challenger along the curb, getting out of it and making sure the doors were locked before she made her way to the familiar doorstep. With three audible knocks on the wooden door, Trinity watched as the door swung open almost immediately, her eyes landing on Darilyn's.

"Girl, once you called me and told me you were on your way, I knew something was going on," Darilyn stated, swinging open the door even more to allow Trinity access to her home. Walking in, Trinity let out a sigh as Darilyn closed and locked the door behind her, walking to her living room couch. As Trinity followed, Darilyn sat on the couch and looked up at her with a worrisome expression.

"What's going on, baby girl?"

Sitting down beside her close friend, Trinity rubbed her face slightly, closing her eyes for a millisecond, then opening them to reveal small tears forming inside of her eye sockets, "Austin.. He's just.. He's doing all the things I specifically told him not to do."