Come Break Me Down

Chapter 27

He stood there, staring down at the floor like he didn't know what to say, he folded his arms. Licking over his bottom lip, he took a deep breath and moved closer to sit next to me. "How long have you been here?" A few strands of light green hairs were sticking out of the black knit cap on his head.
"Long enough to watch your phone light up a dozen times. She won't stop texting you. Why don't you just change your number?" I asked. It seemed to be an easy enough solution.
He stood and walked across the room to pick up the phone that had been charging. "I'm not changing my number because of her. I've had this number for a long time and I refuse to change it. It's just annoying to me that I did nothing wrong, but I have to change things because of her. That's bullshit." He pulled his leather jacket off and tossed it over the back of the couch before pacing back and forth in front of me. He was on edge and I could see the uneasiness on his face.
"All of this time we've been together, has she been texting and calling you?" I was curious how I never noticed before.
"This is what she does. She will keep it up for a while and then get bored with it and disappear for a while. I don't know what makes her start up again, but this time, she's gone too far. I have to give her credit though, she knew what she was doing. She was smart enough to split us up for a few weeks."
"Can we not talk about her? I'm sick of talking about this bitch." I didn't mean to raise my voice, but damn, I could feel myself getting more angry.
"So, how did Shannon get you to agree to come home?" He asked, walking toward me.
"Aside from repeatedly calling you an idiot?" I gave him a small smile and watched him roll his eyes and sit back down next to me. He laid his head on my shoulder lacing his fingers in mine.
"Hmmmm, lets see. He did a lot of begging and he told me how bummed you've been."
Moving a little closer, he slid his arm around me. "I really am sorry. I did miss you, Ava." Then he told me that the green hair would be gone soon.
"So, you're saying that it's my last chance to have sex with the joker?"
His eyebrow went up and he bit his bottom lip, clearly thinking hard about what I just said. God, I missed this freak.
"Really? You want to fuck the joker, you twisted little sicko?" His voice was a little high pitched, but I knew this had been on his mind just as much as it had been on mine.
"Maybe." Make up sex was always fun and I could never stay mad at him for long.