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The opening and closing of Ross' bedroom door distracted you from your books. He walked in swiftly, shutting the door behind him with enough force to have it slam. You set your book down on the night stand and swing your legs over the side of the bed. He went to his closet and rummaged for a moment before coming back out, shirtless and seemingly more aggravated.
"What's the matter?" you ask walking over to him slowly as he messes with stuff on his dresser.
"Just a long day." His back is turned to you as he speaks.
"Well, what happened? Why was it long?"
The tension seemed to be growing but you weren't going to give up until he told you. He never wanted to spill his problems on to you but you wanted him to. You're his girlfriend and he should be able to confide in you.
"You wouldn't get it," he mumbled.
"I probably would, i mean, If you told me." He stopped doing whatever it was he was doing, you couldn't see as he was still giving you the slight cold shoulder. But he ran his hands through his hair, tugging at this locks.
"No you wouldn't fucking understand, okay? You don't have to go through what I do."
"I don't even know what you're talking about Ross so how can you even say that."
He turned around so fast he must have gotten whiplash from it. He was angry and this turned ugly quick.
"Because I just know. You're too fucking young to get it. You're not under the scrutiny I am every day of my life. Not to mention the flack I get for being with someone that is half a decade younger than me. Okay. You don't know what it's like in the real world. The business world. You still have alot of growing up to do and you just wouldn't fucking get it so stop fucking asking me."
His words burned into you and caused you pain. He's never talked to you like that. It's left you speechless. You felt the lump forming in your throat and you had to turn away before you started to cry. He would just insult you more if he saw tears escaping your eyes. You went to the bathroom and slumped down behind the door. It was a few minutes before you heard any movement in the other room. He tapped on the door trying to get your attention.
"Y/n, i'm sorry."
Instead of responding you stood up and opened the door. His eyes were red and puffy as were yours.
"If this age difference was a big deal, why wouldn't you just tell me?"
"That's not what I meant. It's not a problem."
"Well apparently since i'm so fucking young that I wouldn't get it" you pushed by him.
The sadness fleeing your body only to be left with anger. You went to his closet to get your backpack and filled it up with the few pieces of clothing and other misc. things you had there.
"Where are you going? Are you leaving me?"
"You're old enough so you should be able to understand what i'm doing and why i'm doing it. Right? Do you get it?"
You were throwing his insults back in his face. You didn't care that you were being petty.
"Please don't do this, I didn't want it to turn out like this. You have to believe me, I don't care about age."
You zip up your bag and grab your shoes, slipping the boots on and adjusting your pant legs. The straps of your bag going over your shoulder, you grab your phone off the bed.
"Please.." he begged.
"No.I have a lot of growing up to do so I might as well go do it."
With that you walk out of the room and out of the house altogether, getting into your car and making your way away from his property. Ross was left in the bedroom with his thoughts. He knew he messed it up terribly by his choice of words and he let his anger get to him. He knew you wouldn't take his bullshit.
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TWO UPADATES BE HAPPY:)
--callie
