All The Odds

Twenty

//if I had to live my life without you near me, the days would all be empty, the night will seem so long. With you I see forever Oh so clearly, I might have been in love before, but it never felt this strong...// George Benson.

Iverson made it through their apartment door all battered and bloody. No one would believe his shirt was once a
nice tee from H&M. It hung loosely around him now, like a piece of shredded rag, torn in an unrepairable manner from the side to it midsection, it boat neck had been extensively stretched during the struggle, it could pass for an ugly version of females bare shoulder top. He was a walking synonymous for royally screwed.

The white singlet he wore underneath didn't fare any better. It took the brute of the blood Pete spat on him and some of his that dripped down his broken nose before Jerome snapped it back to it rightful place for him.

The look in her eyes drove him to fight like a deranged animal and Pete was only half deserving of it.

He never claimed to be James Bond, so he wasn't going to lie now, Pete landed him a few good punches too. But none of it hurt quite as much as the look on Blue's face before she stormed out of that damn restaurant. That god forsaken place, twice he had taken his woman there, twice it had ended horribly and Jerome, the manager, in his rights to call the cops, chose to ban him instead. For the sake of their friendship, he said.

It didn't go without a fine though, for attacking a staff, breaking a few plates and damaging their fancy àss chairs. If he was joking Iverson didn't know but he had no intention of ever setting foot there again anyways.

His stomach was in a tight nerve clench as he made his way towards her room. During the lone car ride home, he had called himself every disgusting name he could think of, in preparation for this moment. She left without him, she was rightfully furious at him and he knew every single word that would be leaving her mouth will cut him deeper than a knife.

"You can't just come in here and do....that, you need to tell me what is going on." He heard Dan's voice coming from their shared room. Of course, it would make sense for her to immediately run to him. Iverson was a prîck to her, he should have told her from the very first time she met Derrick at Claire's party. But how?

'hey, I think I'm falling in love with you and though you hate me I'm gonna try to win you over. Just know that I once got drunk and slept with my best friend's girlfriend that also happened to be my ex' who was my girlfriend at the time, best friend. But don't fret, I'm a changed man now.'

Yeah, he was certain she would have told him where to shove it and never looked at him again.

"What did he do now?" He heard Daniel say again as he got closer, his tone a bit angry this time. "Leave his things and fúcking talk to me."

"I should never have let you talk me into letting him stay here. He brings me nothing but misery! Did you know that he is friends with Derrick? That they lived together?" Her frantic voice sounded from somewhere in the room, her tone was sharp and the anger in it was obvious, Iverson felt it like a tattoo gun against his skin.

Dan was standing at the entrance but turned around when he felt Iverson's presence, walking to meet him half way. He seemed surprisingly calm, not like he didn't know where Iverson lived before or why he moved but Iverson was still expecting him to hit the roof. His protectiveness and defensiveness of Blue was still something he was getting used to.

"She's crazy, she's packing your things." Daniel told him. "She said she want you to leave. What the hell happened?"

A loud clash rented the air before he could reply and they both rushed back to the room, entering just in time to see Blue smash his guitar against the wall a second time.