Where_Is_Your_Boy

Part 2

(Part II)

I pull away from Thomas' hug. "What are you talking 'bout," his asked. 

"None of your butts-wax."

"Oh come on! This is the fifth time you're rude to me" 

And I just blurt it out. 

"I think it's best we end."

"You're fucking with me, right?" 

"No Thomas. We're done."

"No. Only I say we're done."

"Fuck you Thomas. See why you and I can't be together." 

"I need you Baby."

"Well I don't need you or want you," I was done with him, "I can't have a jealous boyfriend. I need someone who understands me and respects me. I don't need an asshole who slaps my ass around his friends to show dominance. I need a better person with a better heart." He looked at me, then slowly looked at the ground. "I'm sorry but what you showed me during this relationship is not what you showed me when we were friends," I said sadly. I grab my stuff and start to walk away. The feeling of being free is awesome. Now I've got to let my heart melt in pain of a boy I might never ever have.