Chapter Twenty-Three

Liar, Liar Pants on Fire

            Yuki finally got out of bed and I immediately started talking.

“We need to talk,” I said assertively.

“Later.”

“No, NOW.” I said.

“Who are you, my mother?” he asked laughing.

“Yuki stop. Just stop. I’m tired of your crap right now okay. Just shut the hell up unless I tell you to speak.”

            He looked at me and when he realized I was serious, wiped the smile off his face.

“Now tell me where you were last night and why you got back so late.”

“I was hanging out with some friends and lost track of time.”

“You didn’t call.”

“Yeah I know.”

“Why not?”

“My phone died.”

“And your friends don’t have phones you could’ve used?”

“I didn’t think about it,” he said, pulling his shirt from last night off.

“Ok well what were you doing with your friends?”

“Drove around town.”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

“So what’s that?” I asked, pointing to something that fell out of his pocket.

            He snatched it off the floor and stuffed it back into his pocket. He said it was nothing and not to worry about it. Of course I wouldn’t just say ok to that. I had to fight him to get it out of his pocket. I wasn’t too thrilled to discover what it was.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I said incredulous.

“Do you even know what it is?” he asked.

“It’s weed! I’m not stupid!” I screamed in his face.

“Get out of my face,” he said simply.

“Or what?” I asked.

“Jazmaine, get out of my face,” Yuki repeated.

“What are you going to do about it?” I asked, taunting him.

            Yuki grabbed both sides of my face and stared into my eyes.

“Why do you always do this? Why can’t you just listen to me? You always provoke me. Do you like making me mad? Is that it? You enjoy making me mad? I’m not Derwin ok? I’m not gonna hit you or make you cry or anything like that so if that’s what you’re looking for, we should just break up.”

“I’m not trying to make you mad,” I said, ready to cry.

“Don’t even start crying. You started with me first.” He snatched his pot back from me and said, “I’m leaving.”

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Out.”

“When you gonna be back?”

“When I feel like it,” he replied harshly.

            He started towards the door and without thinking I grabbed onto his pant leg. I clung to his leg and he just glared at me.

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