"No offense, Dallas, but I'm not into moody assholes," I fired at him with a smug smirk.
"Yeah, you're not my type either, Diana," he shot back. "Crazy, uptight chics are kind of a turnoff." I narrowed my eyes at him and growled angrily.
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"Are you fucking kidding me!"
An angry groan escaped my lips as I turned on my side and held a pillow over my ears in an attempt to tune out the muffled fight next door.
"Jesus christ, woman, just get out!"
"No! I can't believe you let that bitch move into my room, and now you're breaking up with me!"
I sat up in the bed, leaning my back against the metal frame as I listened to the argument. The two voices sounded very familiar.
"Look, Sylvia, this sounds like a personal problem, so why don't you just leave and figure it out yourself." That was definitely Dallas, and I'm definitely the 'bitch' Sylvia was talking about.
"I'm not going anywhere without an explanation from you!" Sylvia stomped on the ground.
"I don't owe you anything!" Dallas shouted back at her.
I sighed as I pushed myself out of bed. Now that I'm wide awake, there's no chance of me falling back asleep. I shuffled on the wooden floors over to the dresser in front of the bed, opening it, and pulling out random pieces of clothing. I changed out of the clothes I wore yesterday and threw on a pair of black, oversized jeans and a white t-shirt. I found a black and white plaid flannel, so I decided to put that on over my shirt.
I made my way over to the bedside table and grabbed my backpack, hanging off my right shoulder. I stepped into my combat boots and rolled up the ends of my jeans three times before going into the bathroom and looking in the mirror. I brushed my long, brown locks so that my hair was perfectly straight and unknotted. 'Good enough,' I thought.
As I walked back over to the bed one last time and grabbed my red switchblade from under the pillow, I heard that the fight between Dallas and Sylvia still going strong next door.
"It's not my fault you're a two-timing whore!" Dallas spat. I heard a loud, dramatic gasp from Sylvia before she slapped him on the face.
My jaw dropped as I spoke to myself, "That's gotta hurt." I had to cover my mouth with my hands to drown out the growing laughter that I couldn't contain.
I walked over to the window, still chucking softly as I continued to listen in on the fight. I pushed the worn curtains to the side and opened the window. My head popped out of the opening as I looked left and right for something to climb down on. Luckily, there was a thick, metal pipe that was connected to the side of the building. I climbed out of the window and grabbed onto the rusted pole, sliding down slowly and carefully.
I would've went out through my own door, but I really wasn't in the mood to get caught up in Dallas and Sylvia's drama. I had a feeling that if she saw me leaving, she'd want to fight and I'm not in the mood for a fight. It's not that I can't take Sylvia on, because believe me, I would totally kick her ass, but I haven't had my coffee yet and everyone knows not to mess with a girl in the morning. Sylvia would've ended up seriously injured and in the hospital. That would mean that I broke, not only one, but two laws.
