Chapter 7

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Dwight's point of view

Wow what a bitch! For criticizing me about my beets.

" Michael--", I never got to finish my sentence because Michael interrupted me and said " I would love a piece of candy right now, not a beet!"

" MICHAEL I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK!", I yelled at the stop of my lungs. I was so frustrated with him.

I pushed Michael out of my way and walked out.

" Bye Michael", I heard Jim say. 

I walked out of the workplace and headed to the elevator. Once I got to the elevator I pressed the down arrow . Where the hell is Jim I thought to myself. I shook my head and shouted"Jim get over here now! Before the elevator opens!"

A few minutes later the elevator doors opened and I walked in. A second later Jim arrived and joined me in the elevator. I stayed quiet I was still very upset at what Michael had said. The elevator doors opened and we exited the building. I unlocked my 1987 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am car, climbed into the driver's seat. Jim climbed in and I drove out of the parking lot.

" Hey Dwight are you okay?", My boyfriend asked me.

I swear he's clueless. Yes, I'm mad, I'm mad at Michael and now I'm mad at Jim for not defending me back there.

" What do you think?", I say in a annoyed tone.

Jim sighed and then said" You do realize that it is your fault that your going to have to deal with Michael all day tomorrow, Right?", he informed.

God he makes me so mad sometimes. I get inviting Michael over was  a mistake., but I can't stand it anymore, because he keeps rubbing it in my face. It's like I know I messed up but shut up about it already. Jesus christ! I'm just so fed up with Jim right now. I look at Jim for a second and yell"Jim can't you just shut the fuck up about this already! God your so fucking annoying!"

" I'm annoying!? Maybe you should rethink that!", he yells back.

" That's it your sleeping on the fucking couch tonight and tomorrow you're taking your own damn car! Your hear me!", I yelled back.

" Fine by me! Because I don't wanna  sleep next to someone who's  going to be a little bitch!", He shouted back.

Jim's point of view

After  I finished yelling , I realized that what I had said was fucked up. Shit I say to myself. I look over at Dwight and he was clearly crying.

 I look over at Dwight and he was clearly crying

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" Dwight, I'm sorry", I apologize.

" Don't fucking talk to me for the rest of the night", he sobbed.

I didn't reply back. The whole ride home was in silence. We did not say a single word to each other, not even when we got home. When we got home, Dwight went straight upstairs and locked the bedroom door, which sucked because I couldn't get my pajamas. I walked over to the couch and took my shoes off. I unbuttoned my long sleeve shirt and took it off, and placed it on the chair. Lastly, I took my white tank top off and went to sleep on the couch, well I tried to go to sleep but Mose came over to the couch and made me move over. I rolled my eyes at him and sat up, and he joined me on the couch.

" What is it?",I ask Mose.

" What's wrong with Dwight?", he asked.

"Your cousin is mad at me for what I said", I replied.

" Oh, well he'll get over it, he always does", he said.

" yeah, your right".

" Wanna watch a movie?", Mose asked.

" Sure, which one?"

" Hmm . How about we watch the boondocks saints?", he asked.

" Sure, why not".

Mose pulled the movie out and he put it in the dvd player. After he finished he came back to the couch and sat down. Mose played the movie and we had a good time. The movie was extremely funny, that we couldn't stop laughing so hard.

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