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brunch, jason?

I was so angry. I could split hell wide open with a water gun with how much anger I was carrying around.

If was wanting to screw her that's all he had to say. Or he could have sent me a text and said it was okay, that he hooked up with her so all was forgotten. But the whole trip here I kept thinking about how I would never forgive myself if he were to be hurt.

I kept thinking that I was going to cause someone else to be hurt because I made bad decisions. But the jokes on me, right? A decision was made without me.

I threw clothes into a bag. As far as I was concerned I was finished with them and I was finished with trying to figure out her situation. As far as I was concerned she was on her own and he was on his own.

I gave them everything. They owed everything to me and for them to do this behind my back was sickening.

I was throwing clothes into my bag when a sudden thought occurred to me. Regardless of whether or not that I help her, she still had the right to know everything that I had discovered about her.

And after, I tell her that, then I can leave this place and head to a beach somewhere and not have to deal with people ever again. As far as being the good guy goes, I'm pretty over it. People walk all over you and make you out to be idiots.

I was the idiot here. Is that what really upset me? Because I had wanted to reach out and get to know her, but instead I left the door open for Jett to move in? Was I upset because they had hooked up and not actually that he didn't tell me he was safe?

Is that what I'm so upset with? I closed my eyes. I was jealous. I spent so much time analyzing her and her situation that I never thought that I should get to know her or strike up a conversation with her. Jett beat me to it. I wouldn't have slept with her, but I would have liked to think that I would have a better chance to get to know her without Jett between us.

I sit down on my bed. I had stopped packing. I wasn't going to leave right now. I would make everything known and then I would leave. I did what I was suppose to and if she goes back to Gotham than so be it. She would be some brooding bat's problem now.

I lay back on the bed. I had gotten a full nights rest, but the full weight of what happened in the last few days was laying heavily on my chest. I was without a doubt getting old by the minutes, by the seconds. I was getting too old to keep doing this.

Come night fall, I would slip a note under her door and have her to meet me at the cafe across the street. Her and Jett won't dare be together while I'm here. I know Jett. I him too well. He'll wait a few days before trying to presume her again. Until he's sure I won't rip his head off.

But for now, I would sleep. I would rest up for the night. I would make sure that I was prepared for what the night always seems to bring me.

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I sat down in the furthest back table that I could get. The thing about this cafe is that it wasn't just a run of the mill place, but they held amateur karaoke night and boy did people take advantage of it.

There was a crowd lined from the door to the back. I had luckily called and reserved this table the moment that I came up with my plan. The owner was a personal friend of mine. I had helped her out with a couple of bullshit guys who kept harassing her and she owed me. So, I cashed in.

Even though the place was lined with people, I noticed her the moment she walked in. Her hair was wild and unwelcoming. She was in a hurry to get here. Her eyes were scanning the room. Her face was flushed, she had ran here from our building.