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"Do you have to go?" Kyson laid flat on my bed whining while I finished putting the essentials I'd need for my overnight stay at home.

"Kyson it's just two nights. You're acting like I'm going for a year," I threw a pillow at him, teasing him.

"That's what it feels like." He pressed a hand against his chest, looking hurt.

He was the epitome of a drama king.

"What am I supposed to do while you're gone?"

I unintentionally rolled my eyes. "I'd be surprised if you'd even notice that I'm gone, not when you have Gianna around anyway."

The words left my mouth before I could process them. It was in the spur of the moment and my emotions got the best of me. I never was the type to talk about the things that bothered me, I was the type to let things slide because everything was easier that way.

He sat up, a very serious look on his face. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." I shrugged it off, "forget I said anything."

At the speed of light, he got off the bed and forcefully grabbed the clothes I had in my hands  tossing them aside. "You're not going to brush this off like you brush everything else off."

"Do you really want to do this right now?" Our voices gradually grew louder by the second.

"Yes, Adalia. Right now!" He growled at me.

I crossed my arms across my chest. "Ky, you barely even notice that I exist whenever Gianna is around."

He shook his head in amusement. "So that's what this is about? you're jealous of my girlfriend?"

"Jealous really? Of what? her rotten personality?!"

This whole thing had gotten out of hand but it was too late to back down now.

He looked like there was so much more he wanted to say but he knew it wasn't worthit. "You know maybe coming here was a mistake. I'm leaving." He pushes past me and walks to the door.

"Good! I was just about to tell you to leave anyway." I shout after him, not knowing what else to say.

This was our first fight and I didn't quite know how to act. All I knew was that I hated every second of it. My stomach felt like it was tied up in a thousand different knots and my chest hurt. I knew keeping everything inside would lead to it, eventually blowimg up in my face, I just didn't expect it to be so soon.

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"Why are we setting the table for three people? Are we expecting a guest?" I called to my mom in the kitchen.

My dad who was watching the news channel on the sofa pivoted his body to face me. I'd forgotten how poor my moms hearing was so he was probably going to answer in her place.

"Remember Ian, honey?"

Ian was a family friend of ours, he'd known me since the tender age of 11. Back then he would interact more with my parents because I was only a child then. I vividly remember that our first real conversation was when I had turned eighteen. We talked about our dreams, aspirations and all our future plans. From all I knew about him it was safe to conclude that he was a good man.

"Yes I remember him. Is he the one coming for dinner?" I asked while placing cutlery beside each plate.

Stroking his chin, he silently whispered something to himself before answering me. "Yes he'll be joining us. Er, how much did your mother tell you about the purpose of this visit?"