2562: Precious Time

The Break-Up

“Let’s Break-up.”

Her words had left me dumbfounded. I had driven all the way down to her place to take her to some swanky restaurant downtown. It was one of those places that you only heard about through word of mouth, and could only afford on a special occasion.

Tonight, the special occasion was Kat’s birthday.   

“Break-up?”  I questioned.  I took a glance down at the dozen red roses I had bought on the way to her place. She probably had no idea I had them since she had her front door cracked between us just enough for her head to peek through.

“But these are for you?” I pushed the roses up into her face.

“Keep them” she ordered as she pushed them right back in mine.

“I don’t understand, do you hate the surprise?”  

“Yea,” she was curt and looked highly irritated.

 

Two weeks ago she said I shouldn’t worry about her birthday. And then I thought it was her way of being humble.

 

“Look Julian, I really like you and everything. We just aren’t working anymore so let’s call it quits. No hard feelings right-“

“Kat, who’s that?” A deep baritone voice interjected from behind the door.

“Yo, Kat are you forreal right now!”  I said in a rage, but discreet enough for only her to hear.  I practically punched myself for reacting as if I had stepped on some other man’s toes.

“No one! Thanks Julian, but let’s just end it here”, she said in a rush closing the door in my face, but I placed my foot between the door before she could. She stared at me as if a mutant was chilling on my head.  We stood in that position for a good 30 seconds, and I thought of all the twisted shit I should say but I just didn’t have the balls to.

“Are you going to move your foot?” She crossed her arms with impatience. I looked down at my foot then moved it from between the door. Standing there like a fool with roses in my hand, she shut the door without giving us a second thought.

So much for dinner.

I went back to the car and tossed the roses into the back seat. If I hadn’t already made a fool of myself I would have had the courage to go back there and beat that nigga’s ass. I would have even lied to Kat’s face and told her there were other chicks too.

So she would think there were no real hurt feelings. And he would understand that I never let him slide for the shit he pulled at the door.

 

“He knew I was there,” I muttered to myself bitterly.

The radio was on when I started the car and I let it play some sappy eighties song which managed to worsen my mood. The thunder roared, and poured down from the sky. It was almost impossible to see the road ahead.