Michael
I wanted to ignore Neveah's presence, but Misty pulled away from my touch quickly, tears gathering again in her eyes.
She looked at me, making eye contact for what I swore was less than a second, and then back at Neveah, who had her arms crossed with her tongue in her cheek.
I was speechless, and so was Misty, but Neveah wasn't. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by another gunshot from behind the fence, causing me to duck quickly, bringing Misty down too.
Neveah got down on her own, and I could feel the glare she was giving, as it felt as if it was piercing straight through me.
Misty cleared her throat, getting to her feet and dusting off her tight-fit dress which I thought looked beautiful on her. It'd been a while since I'd seen a girl with a dress past her mid-thigh.
Neveah rose as Misty did, as did I. Though my heart sunk to my stomach as Misty walked away once more, looking back this time, but raising Neveah's chin with her fingers,
"You're going to rot in hell, you filthy w-"
"Misty," I cut her off, rubbing my temple slightly, as I knew how Neveah could get, "I chose to be with her, please, don't,"
"That's not what you were saying five minutes ago.." She paused, winking at me in clear view of Neveah, "Goodbye, Michael. And good luck," She cut her eye at Neveah, who looked truly hurt, before walking through the fence door, a hand on her hip and her other holding her clutch by her side, seducing me slowly with her bare back only, though she didn't know it.
I was awoken back from my trance with a hard slap to the face, and I almost retaliated with more strength until I realised she was still a woman, and I couldn't hit her.
"I deserved that," I mumbled, bringing a hand to rub my stinging cheek.
"Just one more kiss, just one more," Neveah mocked my voice, her hands flying into the air, "You don't love me, Michael,"
"I do love you, babe. I'm just... I'm not in love with you,"
"So why say you was?" She asked, her voice slowly beginning to irritate me, even more than I already was.
"I'm going home. Speak to me when you calm down, Neveah," I sighed, and straightened out my body, beginning to walk out of those gates.
"I am calm. You're just a cheat," She scoffed, looking diagonally at something.
"You sleep with seven men a day, and I'm a cheat? Please,"
Her mouth dropped open, and she went to speak again, but I put a hand up to silence her, like I'd been silenced before, "Say another word and this is over,"
She closed her mouth quickly, before looking me into my eyes. When Misty looked at me, she reached a new pit of deepness, intensity. Her eyes were just as vivid as I'd heard mine were, and they danced with each others spirits when they met. But Neveah only reached shallow, she couldn't read me, and never knew what to say. She never knew what I was thinking, and the most our eyes did was fill with tears when looking into one another's, because our relationship was built around arguing and 'memory lane'.
"I just gotta go, Veah," I said, before leaving her in the gap between Club 30s and the fence on a cool autumns night.
Though I wasn't going home. I had to clear my mind, hit something maybe, but I definitely was not going home.
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