Too Much Clickbait - Sequel to Clickbait

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I had spent the last day and a half moping about. I had sent a dozen roses to Amber's rental, hoping it would lighten her mood when I met up with her.
It didn't.
Amber had begun to cold shoulder me as we drove back to her place. On the way up her porch, I attempted to grab her hand, to which she pretended to fumble with her keys before going inside. I threw my suitcase down on the ground before slamming the door behind me, grabbing her attention as she spun around nervously. "What the fuck is your problem?"
"Excuse me?" She growled.
"You have been nasty since I got back here!" I huffed. "I've tired to hold your hand, you push it away. I try to compliment you, I get a dry ass response. I sent you flowers, you ain't even put them in the god damn vase yet!"
"Unlike you, some of us have real jobs that require us to leave the house and be a real adult." Amber crossed her arms over her chest, her tone staying flat. "I'm so sorry that being adult stings you."
"You being a bitter bitch stings me." I mumbled.
Amber took three long strides over to me, clench fists at the ready. She opened her right hand, her palm connecting in a second with my face. I felt her nails take my cheek, feeling her break skin. I held onto my face, feeling the stinging that was left from her start to burn red.
"I don't have time to be babysitting a whiney little bitch!" Amber snarled, getting closer to my face as she pointed and I began to back up. "You live your life up in L.A like nothing else fucking matters! Do you know what I do here, Heath? I get up at four-thirty every morning to have my shower and breakfast and get a fucking cup of coffee before I catch that smelly, godforsaken train and get to the courthouse."
I became backed into a corner as Amber yelled louder at my face. "After listening to bumbling idiots all day try to tell me that they were fucking framed, I get to twiddle my dick for a half hour at lunch. Usually in that time I'm being ignored by the likes of you as I sit and attempt to look normal while eating a vending machine salad. And don't start with me, yes they fucking exist!"
I closed my mouth tightly, not wanting to interrupt again. "After I get home and manage to scarf down a T.V dinner, I have to do workouts while I prep for the next day. Not to mention the paper work, the phone calls, making sure you aren't drunk in the sewer that is Katie'a pussy! Do you understand that if I get four hours of sleep I feel fucking blessed, Heath?"
"I wouldn't cheat, Amber." I stated, feeling attacked for no reason other than her jealousy. "I get you hate her. I know you do. I appreciated you trying to be friends with her, okay? It's fine if you can't... But don't make me out to be the bad guy."
"Heath, do you know what yesterday was?" I shrugged. "It was our anniversary."
I frowned, attempting to grab her by the waist. "Amber, I-"
Amber pushed my hands away. "I'll be in the bedroom. You can stay on the futon."