The maids came in and placed down everyone's plates. A black haired woman gave me mine last, she also gave me something I didn't fucking order, attitude.
"Excuse me can I please get some utensils? I don't have any." I said it in the most polite way possible. This black haired woman walked towards me and bend down so we were eye level.
"What for? You're a pig anyways. Do pigs use utensils? I don't think so." My mouth dropped. I looked at Zack. Zack's face was pissed.
"Jane! What the hell do you think you're doing!? I hope this isn't how you treat guests and my girlfriend!"
For some reason, even though the argument that was going down was pissing me off, him calling me his girlfriend felt great.
I felt Zack get up and I watched him walk up to the maid. "Jane. Get the fuck out of my house. Go."
"Z-Zack you can't."
"I can and I will."
"But I have nothing!"
"You fuck everything up."
"I know..."
"You had me, You fucked that up. You had a job, you fucked that up. You had somewhere to eat, sleep, talk, live, you fucked that up. So get out of my god damn house!" Zack slapped her after ending his little tantrum.
I stood up after watching Jane slowly turn around. I grabbed her by the arm and took her upstairs. I pulled her into the room I was staying in and set her on the bed. I grabbed a kit I found in the restroom and cleaned up her cheek. Neither she nor I said a word to each other until I finished. "I get that you guys had a relationship. I get that it's ruined. I get that you and he want to clash with each other. I get that you love him. I get that you want him to love you. But what I don't get is where I came in. Okay, I understand that you might be jealous but you don't even know me. You or he fucked it up. And he didn't choose to fix it. You wanna but your failing. So I don't understand why you are so keen on being with him when you know you'll be doing all of the work. You know that relationship won't be an even amount. You know that. I know you know that. So why do you still insist on being with him?" After I stated what I needed to say the whole house could hear a slap. I felt my cheek burn and sting, simultaneously. I stood up, grabbed her by the arm, made her stand up, and I dragged her down the stairs, to which she kept on stumbling and she made me drag her like a suitcase. I walked to the front door and tossed her to the ground. "You're a bitch, and you're going to hell." I slammed the door and made my way towards the stairs.
"SEE YOU THERE THEN, BITCH!" Jane said through the door. I shook my head and continued up the stairs.
I walked into the room I was staying in and saw Zack sitting on the bed. I almost screamed but I covered my mouth so nothing came out.
ZACKS POV
I walked into the candy shop. I knew exactly what William and Karla wanted. When I saunter over to the licorice, there was a gal. She had very curly red hair. I feigned she dyed it. She was wearing a t-shirt and some dark blue overalls. She had some bright red shoes as well.
I wasn't in the desire to be polite to anyone today. Ahh who am I kidding, I never am. I walked to the right side of the woman and stared her down, anticipating for her to move. She simpered then eventually moved to the other end of a very petite store.
I was looking at all the flavorings of licorice. "Why the hell are there so many?" I murmured under my breath. I grabbed three of every color and I was about to walk to the cashier when someone came barging in. I looked at the door and saw William. He breathed in heavily, twice before shouting at me. "They're here!" I knew what was going down.
