the guy at the party

12.- we never argue.

  Zach was laying on the couch just staring into space. He's been there for the past hour and a half and handnt said a word.
  I finish making soup and walk into the living room. I layed the soup on the dining tables and knelt down front of his face.
"I made you yummys" I giggled.
  Zach looked me in the eyes, he had no emotion in his face. He didn't even tell me my giggle was cute and he ALWAYS does that.
"I'm not hungry." Zach said as he unfocused his attention.
  I got up, took the bowl and dumped it in the trash.
"Okay.." I sighed.
Zach layed, without acknowledging me. AGAIN.
The fact that I spent so much time making him food & he rejected me kind of hurt.
  "You want a drink?" I asked.
Zach got up, walked to the fridge, looked me dead in the eyes and said "I'll get it myself."
Damn. Okay.
"Why are you being an asshole?" I asked.
Zach smirked at me.
"Wouldn't you just love to know?" He asked as he turned his back and went back to the couch.
  "Uh yeah, I would. We never argue." I followed him.
"Maybe thats the problem Chloe, we never argue. We're perfect." Zach responded.
I sat on the sofa and stared into space.
"You expect me to compliment you and cling to you and eat your food all the damn time. You want me to meet your needs and I don't! I'm not good enough for you, okay?!" Zach yelled.
  What? I'm confused as fuck.
"Zach you're too good for me." I replied.
Zach got up and stormed out the door.
I felt angry. What had gotten into him? Weve had such a good week, the best actually. I dont understand.