Please. (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

6.

Nicki

2 weeks later

"Alright, so the first thing I think we should address, is that fact that you guys dated. For how long?" She asked as she clicked her pen, getting ready to write down whatever I said.

I sighed, not even wanting to talk about this subject. "7 years."

"How old were you guys when you started dating?"

"I was 20, he was 21."

She nodded, writing down what I said. She looked back up at me, making me smile. She quickly put her head down. I chuckled. She's so cute. "Ok, so....where are we going with this?" I asked, watching her do something on her computer.

She looked back up at me with a sigh. "Do you happen to have any witnesses?"

I looked up at the ceiling, thinking of the one person who I always knew was on my side, even if I was wrong. "I have one friend...." I shook my head, regretting even saying anything about her. She's crazy as all hell, and I don't think she knows how to handle herself in a place of business. "Never mind."

She furrowed her eye brows, leaning forward to look at me. "Don't you want justice?"

I nodded, licking my lips. "I mean, I do, but....you see, mg friend, she's crazy as hell, nuttier than a fucking bag a peanuts, she doesn't know how to handle herself in a time and place of business."

She chuckled, nodding. "So in other words....your saying she'll make you look bad?" She entertained her fingers, resting her head on them.

I raised my eye brows. "Pretty much. But what makes you think she's gonna make me look bad?" I said as I got up, slowly walking over to her. I've waited long enough, its time to make my move if I want this.