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five

 Neither Angelique or I stood when we heard the knocking. We weren't afraid or anything but neither of us wanted to let that God-awful man in for fear he'd refuse to leave. Or worse, try to make conversation. As the knocking persisted, I stood and acknowledged the fact we would have to let him in. His persistent ways ensured he wouldn't just 'give up'; it wasn't his nature, unfortunately.

"Jamie," I smiled as I opened the door, the cold blooded man smirking down at me. He hadn't changed in our time apart, his fingers tapping his leg a little as he stood in front of me. It had always annoyed me as he was unable to remain still for just a second.

"I came yesterday but you weren't here," Jamie spoke, nodding. Before I could respond he scooted past me, making himself quite at home in the flat much to my dismay.

"Angelique told me," I responded, shutting the door behind me. "What do you want?"

"Well," He began. I knew exactly what he was going to say; that he'd reformed, changed, wanted a second chance. Unfortunately for him, it had gone past second chances. We were in the, at least, double digits by this point. "I want to give things another shot. I think it would be good for us, for you." Bingo.

"Unlike previous times you've tried this, I don't agree." I remarked, folding my arms.

"Why not?" His voice rose a little, his eyebrows furrowed by confusion and, just a tinge of his pride being hurt. Previous experiences predicted the shit show that would ensue and, like a fortune teller at a fair, I was entirely right.

"I'm.. content with my life. I don't want to mess it up, not now."

"Content?" He boomed. "Why be content when we can be happy? Together!"

"My God, you're actually an idiot," I chuckled lightly, my sarcastic tone enraging him more. "We were never happy, Jamie. If we were happy I don't think we would've broken up three times, that's for sure."

"Nancy-"

"No." I cut him off. "I may have enabled you in the past but no more. I love my life, my friends, my.." I couldn't exactly call Bill my boyfriend but Jamie got the gist of what I had stopped myself saying.

"Are you seeing someone?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes.

"That's none of your business." I told him with a dismissive tone.

Angelique peeked her head out the door and peered along the hallway, eyeing Jamie. She rolled her eyes at his stance in front of me and quickly sauntered out, standing behind Jamie. Angelique folded her arms and had the look of a furious Mother who'd found their son making purchases on her credit card without permission.

"Why don't you sit down, Jamie?" She asked, pointing to the dining table. He nodded, thanking her.

"Finally, some common courtesy!" He exclaimed, taking a seat.

"Just sit down." She muttered, taking a seat next to him. I went to take a seat but was interrupted by a loud yet polite knocking at the door.

"I'll get it." I announced and turned, only going to the few metres to reach and open the door. It creaked open and I was entirely overwhelmed by the shock of the face I saw, a flush of anxiety coming over me.

"Nancy," Bill smiled, awkwardly shifting in front of me. He held a bouquet, which I admit was sweet, but his timing was terrible.

"Bill!" I exclaimed, looking back to Angelique. Her eyes were as wide as mine. I looked to Jamie and saw his jaw twitching a little; he wasn't dumb enough to not put all the dots together. "One second."