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oh shit

       

Real Life

Now or never, come on Melissa out with it, get everything out. I try to encourage myself.

"Oh, I don't know, how about lying to me about who banned me from the studio because it wasn't fucking Stat or Fu, I fucking asked them; or how about lying about picking up Ethan to got to the studio because guess who had to come and calm me down from an anxiety attack after finding out you lied to me? Or wait maybe it's because for someone who claims to love me and only me, your ass stays flirting with girls and inviting them to the studio and who knows where else? Probably the real fucking reason I am banned from the studio, so you can keep being a shady ass fuck hear." I'm moving away from Diego, as quickly as I can. I hate confrontation, especially with people who I don't want to fight with. I wanted to talk, but his denial hurt and angered me so much, rational Melissa left the building and I need her back.

"Oh shit." My words stop Diego in his tracks. For some reason this angered me more, yes fuck head you got caught.

"Yeah, oh shit Diego." I roll my eyes, walking out of his room. He must have snapped out of his daze, cause as I was reaching the bottom of the stairs heading straight to the door I hear his footsteps.

"Melissa! Baby! Stop!" I kept moving, I didn't want to leave like this, angry at him, but I really didn't think I could be near him right now, I was so hurt and angry who knows what I might say.

"Fuck off Diego." I mutter, "Fuck." I mutter when I realize I left my bag in Diego's room. I can't go anywhere without it, so either I have to go back and most likely face him or try and hitchhike back home. Honestly hitchhiking almost sounded better but I knew it wasn't my best idea.

"Baby, please don't leave!" I quickly turn around and start going up the stairs again. Having to push pass Diego. "Oh, you're not leaving, good." His face relaxes, worries still encompasses it, but it was eased.

"Yes, I fucking am Diego. I just forgot my purse and phone." I walk to Diego's room as fast as I can, to grab my bag and get the fuck out. As much as I love Diego, I can't deal with his bullshit.

"No, little baby, we got to talk." He calls after me.

"One, do not tell me no, right now you are in no position to; two, obviously we do, but I'm pretty sure that you will probably lie to me again and I am not sure what I may say to you right now." I yank my bag off the floor, hoping to make an escape.

I hear Diego's bedroom door shut knowing that I had no escape now, I look over to see him standing there blocking my exit. I roll my eyes, plopping my ass on his bed knowing he wasn't going to let me out until he got his way.