It's Not You, It's Me

"We should break up." I blurt, as he works on fixing the bath-tub tap.

Blake pauses, but doesn't look up. Then resumes working. "Why?" His voice is low. Lower than his naturally deep voice.

"Um..." I flounder. I did not think this through. "Um... because this is not working."

"Why?"

Damn him. "It's just... I need space."

Blake snorts, continuing to work on the tap. "No you don't."

I blink. The cocky bastard!

"What do you mean 'no you don't'?"

Blake lets out a dark chuckle. "I mean: You don't. You don't need space."

"What do you mean I don't?! I need to break up with you because you're – you're –"

His eyes shoot up to mine, and I see his lips curl back. "Got nothing, have you?" He growls. And he stands up, slow and menacing, his towering six-feet-four height making me feel small despite the fact that I'm standing away from him, leaning against the door. "That's cause you're lying."

I pause. Then, "No." I say. "No! I'm n–"

"Liar!" He booms. "You want to break-up, because you want to go out with that bastard Flynn. And not feel guilty about it."

How the hell does he know?!

"You – Don't call him a bastard!" I'm trying to calm myself. Anger won't help this situation.

Blake cocks his head to the side, then looks down and shakes his head. "Yes. You're right. He's an insult to bastards." He pauses. And the silence is awkward. At least to me. Then he starts again, "Tell me – why? Why've you been sneaking out with him?" He looks up again. There are daggers in his gaze.

Well heck. He says it all calmly. How do I reply?

"I've been watching you." He continues. "And him. For the past month."

"Y-You have?" Why, oh why does that come out as a stutter?!

He smiles. It's not kind. But then his face darkens. "Why?" He asks. "The man is the perfect example of a douchebag. He's a bloody player! He has no sense of decency whatsoever, and, he doesn't particularly care about anyone other than himself. Why him?"

I clench my jaw. "Why should you care? I'm breaking up with you. So you can take your stuff and leave."

"That's a mistake. He'll hurt you."

I scoff and give him a patronizing smile.

"What. What's that supposed to mean? You really think he's gonna treat you well?"

"Most definitely better than you do." I grunt, then mentally kick myself.

But Blake goes rigid. And his fingers curl into a fist. And his voice is cold and hard as he says, "I have never, ever, treated you wrong. Not once."

I gulp, but hold his gaze. It's true. All true. He's just not spontaneous enough to match my level. But I cannot bring myself to say it, for heaven knows what reason.

"Whatever." My traitorous mouth spits as I shrug, crossing my arms against my chest stoically.

There is a longer pause now. Harsher and unforgiving.

Then Blake straightens, his face a blank mask.

"You're kicking me out?" He says, ever the calm man.

"Yes."

He looks down and shakes his head. "Fine." He says. His voice is flat. "Just let me finish with this faucet. Then I'll leave you to your douchebag."

Damn him. I push off from the door and head downstairs to throw his stuff into his suitcase.

*****

He's climbing down the stairs as I haul his suitcase out of our room.

"Here's your stuff." I grunt, still being an ass.

His gaze goes to the suitcase, then slowly rises to my eyes from under lowered lashes. Oh he's pissed. He's very pissed.

And he turns from me and heads to the bedroom.

I cross my arms as he goes in, rummages around – opening and closing drawers and cupboards – then comes back.

Grabbing his suitcase, he rolls it out towards the front door as I follow after him.

He opens the door, then pauses and turns around.

And then he grins, bright and wide before executing a flourishing bow.

And then he is gone, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

I blink. Then gulp.

"No, no, no, no, no." I say. "What did you do you –" I race upstairs to the bathroom and throw the door open.

And every goddamn faucet is spewing water in every bloody direction. The bathroom has become a damn splash-pool.

And on the mirror above the sink he's written with drippy purple shampoo – 'Sayonara, Witch'  

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