Reality Over Expectation

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My alarm clock went off, I sluggishly opened my eyes, 6 o'clock am. There was something, dry yet sticky on my face. I touched my cheeks to feel the dried up tears 'Must have cried myself to sleep' But I didn't feel hurt right now; I didn't really feel anything actually. I got up from my bed and made my way to the bathroom, to wash my face, brush my teeth, and take a shower.

I felt very refreshed after taking that long hot shower, I even let my hair get soaked, which I was going to regret later because of Florida's humidity. I walked over to my nightstand to retrieve my phone, it was now 7 am. I saw that I had a missed call from Renee followed by a text.

>> Hey Bianca. I'm sorry, but I won't be able to drive you to the airport this morning. Vince needs me at Raw, and I'll have to drive there, so to get there before Monday, I would have to start driving now. I'm sorry, but I did call Corey and he said he will be able to drive you. Take Care!

I almost threw my phone across the room, instead I just fell face down on my bed and let out a huge groan. 'Today is not starting off well.'After a few more seconds of moping I decided to get up and finish packing before Corey came to get me.

An hour later someone was knocking at my door, and I knew exactly who it was. I moped to the door, to open it. Corey stood there with his hands in his pockets. "Hey." he said with a slight smile.

I fought the urge to smile back, he needed to know how he hurt me last night. "Let me get my shoes and my bag. I'll meet you out in your car in five."

"Do you want me to help with--"

"No Corey, no I don't." I interrupted. He nodded his head and turned away, I closed the door and got my things.

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We were about halfway to the airport, which was about a 30 minute drive. For the first 15 minutes there had been silence between Corey and I. I had my head tilted back, eyes closed, and arms folded across my chest. I wanted to get the message across that I was not happy with him. Corey then let out a sigh, and turned off the radio. "I was listening to that." I said, eyes still closed.

"Bianca, you know I am sorry." he pouted.

"Yeah, you are sorry." I rebutted.

"Wow, Bianca, seriously?" he said in a disgusted tone. I remained quiet. "Bianca, we still have another 15 minutes till the airport, plenty of enough time to clear the air."

"You have more important things to do than talk to me, like driving." I snapped. Corey just scoffed and then continued driving, or so I thought. I opened my eyes, and looked around. "Why did you stop."

"I'm not starting this car back up until we talk."

"About what, Corey! You wanna talk about the fact that you are a hypocrite!"

"I don't care what you label me, but if there is one thing I won't be labeled as is a hypocrite."

"Wow. The hypocrite doesn't want to be labeled a hypocrite, fine. Does tool work for you?" I yelled.

Corey then turned to me. "Oh please Bianca tell me how I'm a tool!" He said, raising his voice.

"You want me, but not a relationship with me? It just sounded like the trait of the tools you said you hate so much." I said in an annoyed tone. Corey didn't even respond to me, he just gripped the steering wheel harder. I shook my head and turned to the window. "So much for talking." I said under my breath.

Corey let out a huge sigh. "Gosh, Bianca. I am doing this for your well being. I don't want anything but you to be at 100 percent. Yeah, last night I was in the moment. Last night, I let my hormones get the better of me, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?"