The Rich And Bold

The Rich And Bold

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"Professor Diamond is your mom?" He looked surprised. I was the spitting image of Siobhan Diamond. "Mm, that's not news." I rolled my eyes. "Contrary to what you might think, I don't spend my time googling you or your friends." "Oh, maybe you should. I'm much more important than your beloved scones." I jeered, this time, with an amused smile. The hurt flashed once more, and he crossed his arms. His eyes turned darker. "You know; you should learn a thing or two about humility from your mom. She's a much better person than you are." He sneered. I laughed once more and just to spite him, I took out two 100-dollar notes, walked closer to him, and dropped them in his front pocket. "Thank you for the shit conversation." I scoffed and walked out.
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"Get out," he sighed. "N-" I got out. "Nah, you can go," he shook his head. "Babe," I called out, but he wasn't having it. "I fucking risked my life trying to protect you. I almost died trying to save you! And when I couldn't, I sat by your side everyday until you could recover! Get the fuck outta here witfh that no contact shit," he shook his head. "B-but," I sobbed. "Nah, Sage," he shook his head. "I attended your stupid relationship therapy sessions hoping you'd at least give me a chance. You asked me to choose, and I chose you. It didn't even feel like a choice! I always put you first! You still won't give me a fucking chance. What more do you want from me? Huh?" "Your forgiveness," I replied, a tear escaping my eye. "Forgiveness?" he chuckled while shaking his head. He took something up and flung it at the door again. "God, Sage," he shook his head. "Please, just leave. Maybe then I can stop hurting." "Nick," I sobbed, but he wouldn't even look at me. "You obviously don't care how I feel. You're gonna do you no matter what. I honestly expected better from you," he said. "Just get the fuck out my face."

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