through the Door of a sophisticated room comes a figure in rage , eyes chummy with tears .
' how idiotic of me to think that he loved me ' thought the boy as he recalled the night
he saw his man dance with another girl .
*scoff
' I couldn't have thought that a person
I loved , can do this '
walks in another figure , frustrated and making up excuses about the incident
" come on , don't be dramatic there is nothing serious between us "
" NOTHING SERIOUS!? we're fucking engaged and to be married in 5 weeks ,
this was a god damming home comming party for our hell of a neighbourhood "
" come on chill , not like she and I did something bad we just danced "
*sighs
" this is over , get out "
" what ? ."
" i said this over get the hell Outta this house " said the figure loudly .
out did the bigger go think that the smaller will get over it by Tommorow it's just his hormones acting up