Of course as soon as we agreed on seeing other people he had a one night stand the next night. I sat in the living room doing my online classes trying to ignore the loud sex in the next room. Yes I took online classes. Hey, I had an abusive boyfriend, he didn't let me leave the house. I had my headphones in and I was blasting the loudest music I had into my ears. I was trying to finish up the essay I'd been working on as Pete walked out completely dressed. He looked over at me. I looked up at him then back at my computer. I typed out the next paragraph. My dream was to be an author. But, first I had to take college courses on literature. I took a bud out.
"What?" I snapped. "Why the fuck are you staring at me?"
"Woah, calm down, I just wanted to know if you were okay" he said.
"I'm fine" I said. I pushed the bud back into my ear and went back to writing. He rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen. Damn, clueless much? I pulled the buds from my ears and left my laptop on the couch so I could pee.
"Hey" he said. I ignored him. "Patrick!" He grabbed my arm. I instinctively shoved him away. We stared at each other trying to think of what happens next.
"Don't touch me" I said.
"You were letting me touch you last night"
"Just leave me the fuck alone right now Pete" I said. I tried walking away but he grabbed my hand again. "Get off!" I yelled. He let go completely. I walked into the bathroom and when I got back out, he wasn't in the hallway anymore.
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I watched his little whore leave in the morning. He didn't acknowledge my presence. I ignored Pete all day. I had nothing to say to him.
"What'd I do to you?" he asked. I ignored him. "I didn't do anything to you Patrick so why the fuck are you treating me like this!?"
"I'm not doing anything!" I yelled.
"You're treating me like shit! We were fine two days ago!" He waited for a response. "You know what fine, act like that, I don't care" he grabbed his car keys and stormed out of the house.
"Where're you going!?" I yelled. I went after him.
"I don't know!? A bar!?"
"It's eleven in the morning!" I yelled. He slammed his car door shut and sped away. Fucking drama queen.
