Playing with fire

Playing with fire

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"Stop, just stop," she mutters through gritted teeth as she slams her books onto the worn out coffee table, making its weak legs wobble gently from the angry force running through her. "None of this is my fault," I bark as I quickly stand from the white couch. My feet hurt from the icy tiles that lay underneath me. Her chuckle cuts through the thick air as she raises her soft voice. "None of it? Damn it, I didn't ask you to stay!" She begins to pace the small space of the apartment living room, my hands reach up and tug gently on my hair as I turn my back to her. "But I did, and that's more than enough."
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"Go! I don't want to get anymore hate on twitter for making you late to the concert!" Jayy furrowed his eyebrows at me and looked confused."Wait, more hate? Are you-" My eyes widened as I realized what I had said. "Nothing, gotta go, bye!" I shut the door in Jayy's face quickly. I heard him call my name a few times angrily before it was silent. I leaned against the door, only to jump away from it when I felt a thump hit the door and an angry cry. I waited a few moments before sliding against it and sitting on the floor. I put my head in my hands and let a few stray tears run free. Why couldn't anything in my life be simple? I hope to God that Jayy wasn't the one that punched the door.

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