With a New Face of Failure

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P.O.V. of Clemine 

He goes flying back against the coffee table. He groans as he lays on the debris of table, rolling over. "What was that for?" He groaned, pushing himself off the ground.

"You cheater!" I screamed.

"Me?!" He yelled back, now standing.

"Yes you! Who else would I be talking to?" I slam the door shut.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" 

"You cheated on me in Vegas! Do you not remember that?!" I threw a pillow at him.

He dodged it. "No I don't actually. Why would I cheat on you?" I start throwing things as he dodges it.

"Because you're tired of me, and I'm not there to stick your dick in." I finally run out of things to throw.

"Excuse me?!" He walked up to me. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about us!" I yelled, pushing him back.

"What about us?!"

"You cheated Kyle! You. Dirty. Lying. Cheater! You're just like the others! You promised me you wouldn't do that to me!" I punched his chest. 

"I didn't!" He grabbed my arm. 

"You did!" I tried punching him with my other arm, but he grabbed it too.

"You're going to make me lose my temper." He growled.

"What are you going to do? Hit me?" I hiss. Getting into his face.

"I wouldn't dream of doing that, but you know I don't have much control over it." He let me go, but with a small push, making me stumble back a little bit. "Why don't you just talk to me about it, instead of coming in here kicking and screaming?" He crossed his arms.

"I find it more amusing to yell." I cross my arms. 

He smirks a little bit. "Tell me how I cheated. Without the violence. Can you do that?"

I sigh and sit on the floor, taking out my phone and showing him the photo. "I saw it when I came back from jail."

He widened his eyes and glared at me. "You went to jail?!" 

"Yeah..." I rolled my eyes. "But first explain that to me." 

He sat down and stared at photo. "I don't even remember that club. I honestly don't remember that." He passed me the phone back and scooted to me. "Clemine I would never do that to you. Do you know that? When I gave you that ring, it was a promise."

"I know." I sighed. He ran his fingers though my hair. Ugh, feels soooo good.

"Are you mad?"

"A little." I don't dare to look at him.

"Look at me please." I slowly move my eyes to him.

"This isn't something that is going to be brushed off. You do know that?"

"Yes." He bit his lip. "I thought you were dead." 

"What? Why?" 

"There was a plane crash. And it was coming from Canada to America. I swear I thought you were on that flight."

"No I came back earlier. Did you not get my calls?" 

"No. I was pushed into a pool and I had my phone in my hands." I smile a little bit, Thomas was right. "Now tell me why you were in jail."