"You're wearing your team gear again?" Harry greeted me in the kitchen.
"Yeah. Superbowl? Don't break my vibe."
"Superstitious much? I mean, you've been wearing a different Seahawks shirt everyday for the last three weeks..." He walked over to the coffee I made for him, his eyes glued to me.
"Does it scare you that I own more NFL, NBA, MLB, NHL, and MLS gear than half of the United States combined?" I laughed.
"Yes." He answered with no trace of humor. I sat up straighter.
"Well fuck you and your opinion." I continued to sip my Red Bull infused protein shake. "Not like I need it or care anyway." I ran my finger down my phone screen, ignoring Harry's wide stare. "Well, I gotta go somewhere today, so I'll be leaving soon." I opened up to another conversation.
"Oh, where are you going?"
"Somewhere." I repeated, standing up. "Soon." I grab my phone and purse, picking up my set of keys.
"Can I come?"
"No. You have to go to school, and go to club." I try to leave.
"And you don't?" He places his hand on my back.
"No."
"I saw you put bags in your car." He pulls me to him. "So, where, exactly are you going?" He presses.
"I'm going somewhere alone now. I'll call you when I get to where I'm going."
"Why are you so rude this morning?"
"Why should I not be rude?" I counter, my head still resting on his chest.
"Because you're my girlfriend, and you should be nicer to me." He says as if its obvious.
"Uh, excuse me? Girlfriend? When did this happen?" I pulled away. "I'm no ones girlfriend, and I have no reason to be nice. You're living in my house, earning money at my club, and being a damn pain in my ass." I push my finger into his chest. He scoffed.
"You're excused. You are my girlfriend.This happened when you came back all those weeks ago. Now I expect you to treat me like you care." He looked like a pissed off bunny. I laughed.
"You seriously think that just cause you've been living under my roof, and having your meals with me, that makes us in a relationship? Cute." I crossed my arms. "Now listen son, I'm going to go where I want to now, when I get back, whenever the fuck that may be, I expect you to be gone, and I don't want to see you around my house or club anymore. In fact," I laughed again, no humor behind it at all. "If I hear you've been around any of my clubs, or establishments, I will personally come back to bash your head against the god damn cement." I smiled sweetly. His face was a cross between fury, and pain. "Don't ever make the mistake of being my boyfriend again." I swung my purse over my shoulder and strutted out of the house and into my car. "Oh yes. Harry, when you leave, leave your key on the table." He still looked shocked. I stuck my hand out the window, wiggling my fingers before yelling "TOODLES!" behind me, speeding down the street and onto the highway.

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Two hours after the fiasco at home, my mind was screaming at me, and I had to stop for gas. I bought a coke at the mini mart, and got back on the road, thinking aloud.
"What the fuck happened to me? Last time I did this, I raced back and jumped to his arms. Now Both of us are so fucked up that we just- What is this, that we have? Are we Boyfriend-girlfriend? I don't think we are, at least.. Didn't think we were. What is his problem..." I turned off the highway and pulled into a parking lot. I looked at the street signs, trying to figure out how far away I was from one of my bars. Not only to see how they're all doing, since I'm visiting all my locations, but also... LORD knows, I need a god damn drink.

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