Piper's POV
He called me princess. Why are my cheeks so hot? Geez, I need to calm down. Damn, what the hell was that? Jake doesn't make me feel like this, he never has. "I'm going to fucking kill him." I mumbled to my self as I walked down the street. Rage built up inside me and my cheeks were no longer red from blushing, they were red with anger. Ok calm down, remember, you need to slowly rip him apart. Yeah, that's what you need to do. Ok, I got this. I just need to play the part for a little bit.
I walk a couple of blocks until I reached the apartment I shared with... *sigh* him. I tried to open the door, but it's locked. I guess he's not home. I took out my keys to unlock the door. I can't get the damn key in this fucking hole! Finally, I was able to get it in the hole. Oh..
I was right he isn't home. I let out a sigh of relief and set flowers down on the counter. I decided to take shower to warm up after being in the cold rain for so long. I love showers they're like...warm...rain.
My lovely relaxation in the 'warm rain' was rudely interrupted when I heard the front door open and reality gave me a nice punch in the gut that was me realizing that I still lived with the asshole who cheated on me. Ugh.. this dipshit is back. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower drying myself off. "Hey, babe, I'm home." He called out to me. I held back any sarcastic remarks I had waiting in line and forced out a sweet tone "ok, I'll be out in a minute." I put on clean clothes and put my hair in that twisty towel thingy. (A/N: you know what I'm talking about. I have no idea what you call that towel thing, but it's a thing literally every girl knows how to do. It seems to be a mystery to men though.)
I opened the door to the bathroom and walked toward the kitchen, where I found him leaned against the counter opening a beer. "So, what are the flowers for?" "Oh, they're for you. Yeah, I came across this cute, little flower shop and thought I'd get you something. Just to show you my feelings." "Aw, thanks babe. I love you, too" No, you don't. 'I love you.' Ha yeah right. After the crap you pulled? I don't think so. I grabbed a vase and filled it with water for the flowers. I arranged them to make them look nice. Who knew hatred could be so beautiful? "You know, each flower has a special meaning. I picked them specifically for you. You should really look up meanings of them, it's quite interesting." There's no way in hell he'll look up the meanings of these flowers. He doesn't care enough to do something like that. I bet Elliot would. I let out a slightly awkward cough after being caught off guard by thoughts of Elliot. "I need to take you to this flower shop, it's really cute." "Yeah, sure."
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Author's note
So I literally have no one reading this. Which is fine, it just makes me wonder if things like author's notes and scheduled chapters are necessary.
You know, it's fine though, I don't care.
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Flower shop
Random"Hi! Welcome to-" before I was able to finish my greeting I'm interrupted by a loud bang on wood as she slams cash down onto the counter. "How do you passive-aggressively say 'fuck you' in flower?"
