"No I'm good." I stared at my plate... Suddenly she put her fork down too hard, normally I would response to her usual shitty attitude, but I didn't this time. I'm so... Exhausted. And done.
"Look at me."
I didn't followed.
"Snitch. I know I yelled... But you gotta understand—" I finally lifted my face to look straight at her, making her pause.
There was a beat of silent.
"This won't work. Just say it okay? This... Thing going on with us is too messy for you. It's not worth it." Every words that spitting out of me felt like me splitting myself open to her, for her to see what I was really feeling deep inside.
"Snitch..."
"No. Stop looking at me as if there's something between us. Don't... Just don't." I stood up. "I'm leaving tomorrow."
"It's my family okay... Imagine what they would think." She spoked. I turned to look at her. "So what now Eve? What am I supposed to do about that? If you're going to keep blaming me for everything... What's the point? Why are you defending your shit? Like you... Like you want me to stay?"
"I want you to understand me... I just want you to not get mad at me baby..."
My whole body froze. Fuck me for being so weak.
"Don't call me that." I scoffed at her, and my eyes starts watering... Great. Even I didn't know me that much... That I would cry for something so stupid. For crying over her.
"Snitch. I promise... I will fix this."
"No. Don't bother..." I stepped back, but she stood up, and she stride over me.
"Don't you fucking dare touch me—"
I hate her
I hate her so bad...
That's at least what I kept thinking, I glanced down, her hand were at her side fist clenched, like stopping it from trying to touch me, but she's so close to me. And no matter how much I hate her, my body seems to know me better than I do.
"You don't affect me." I whispered, my voice trembling...
"I know..." She replied...
Liar.
"No. Shut up. You know... You know what you do to me... And you're always taking advantage of it..." I almost gasped when her hand slid on my arm, feeling her pulling me closer to her chest. Motherfucker.
"Like that! You're doing it again..."
"Shh... Let's just get to bed..." I tried to pull off, but my hand said no, and fucking gripped her clothes, as if she's going to bolt away from my life, and I will be stuck using her memory as drug forever to stay alive.
"Fuck you... Just... Fuck you..." My voice were muffled against the fabric of her clothes... And I could feel that familiar way of her hand placed on my back.
"You're going to stay... We're going to talk about this... And... I'll do anything you want honey... Anything."
"Tell them to go fuck themselves."
"Okay."
I snapped my head up to face her.
"You're kidding..." I said to her, my eyes widen. "I almost had an heart attack when you said you're leaving baby... I know exactly what to do now."
"To not piss me off?" " Yes."
