“Henderson?” Hope turned around now. “I thought you said The Mirage?”
“I lied. It’s a residence. Wear something slutty.” He smirked. “Sure that won’t be a problem for you.” He slammed the dressing room door.
“Oooooh,” Hope growled. “Don’t do it Shamayla.”
But Shamayla had already made up her mind.
“It’s not like I never did it before.” She moved passed Hope and gathered her stuff.
12… Set me off
“Tonight was really nice,” Tristan said as she buckled her seatbelt. “We made it through the night without fighting. Why do we even fight at all? It’s stupid when we just end up talking it out and the end.”
Dominic turned the key in the ignition.
“Yeah, there’s still some things we have to talk about.”
Tristan yawned.
“I know, I know. I want to apologize for the other night. I was drinking and…”
“Oh no, baby, it’s not even about that.”
She rolled her head to the side.
“Then what’s it about?” Tristan gave his knee a tight squeeze and yawned again.
“Are you tired?”
“Just a little.”
“We can order in tonight, I don’t mind,” Dominic said.
“No, no need for that. I just had a long day at work. The fax machine was screwing up, we had a power outage, and our computers were down for hours…”
“That sucks.” He glanced at his girlfriend who looked like she was falling asleep. It was barely seven-thirty.
“Come back to the apartment with me. I’ll go get us something. That way you can just kick off your shoes, relax, stay the night…”
Tristan opened her eyes suddenly.
“I would but it’s a work night.”
“So? We’ll go to bed early. I gotta be up at five.”
“I would baby, maybe tomorrow.”
“Why?”
Tristan shrugged.
“If I stay at your place I’ll have to wake up even earlier.”
“What, ten minutes?”
Dominic was starting to look irritated. Tristan rolled down her window and stared out at the black sky.
“This is what I want to talk about,” Dominic said. “You hardly ever want to stay at my place. Suddenly it’s rare you want to do anything with me.”
“What’re you talking about?” she said over her shoulder. “We just got back from the movies.”
“Tristan, dude, I moved out here to be with you.”
She took her earlobe between her forefinger and thumb.
“I know.”
“I mean, I thought that we were going to be living together, starting our life together. If you don’t want to live with me, fine. But you’re almost always spending time with your parents and I’m starting to think that’s kind of weird. Are you really out partying? I think you are.”
Tristan sighed.
“That’s not true.”
“It’s not?”
"Look Dominic, I just feel that we don’t know Josephine very well. If she were to leave my dad-“
Dominic scrunched up his face.
“Why would she leave your dad?”
“I’m just saying that if she were to just up and leave one day, my dad would fall apart. I don’t think he can handle another let down in his life. He’d be lonely.”
“He’s not lonely, he has a wife.”
“And honestly,” she went on, “I think it would break his heart if I moved out. I’m his little girl.”
Dominic scoffed.
“Julie is his little girl. She’s the baby.”
Tristan was trying to keep composure but Dominic was starting to get under her skin. She could feel a fight brewing. Why must he do this, why must he bring out the bitch inside of her? She
“I lied. It’s a residence. Wear something slutty.” He smirked. “Sure that won’t be a problem for you.” He slammed the dressing room door.
“Oooooh,” Hope growled. “Don’t do it Shamayla.”
But Shamayla had already made up her mind.
“It’s not like I never did it before.” She moved passed Hope and gathered her stuff.
12… Set me off
“Tonight was really nice,” Tristan said as she buckled her seatbelt. “We made it through the night without fighting. Why do we even fight at all? It’s stupid when we just end up talking it out and the end.”
Dominic turned the key in the ignition.
“Yeah, there’s still some things we have to talk about.”
Tristan yawned.
“I know, I know. I want to apologize for the other night. I was drinking and…”
“Oh no, baby, it’s not even about that.”
She rolled her head to the side.
“Then what’s it about?” Tristan gave his knee a tight squeeze and yawned again.
“Are you tired?”
“Just a little.”
“We can order in tonight, I don’t mind,” Dominic said.
“No, no need for that. I just had a long day at work. The fax machine was screwing up, we had a power outage, and our computers were down for hours…”
“That sucks.” He glanced at his girlfriend who looked like she was falling asleep. It was barely seven-thirty.
“Come back to the apartment with me. I’ll go get us something. That way you can just kick off your shoes, relax, stay the night…”
Tristan opened her eyes suddenly.
“I would but it’s a work night.”
“So? We’ll go to bed early. I gotta be up at five.”
“I would baby, maybe tomorrow.”
“Why?”
Tristan shrugged.
“If I stay at your place I’ll have to wake up even earlier.”
“What, ten minutes?”
Dominic was starting to look irritated. Tristan rolled down her window and stared out at the black sky.
“This is what I want to talk about,” Dominic said. “You hardly ever want to stay at my place. Suddenly it’s rare you want to do anything with me.”
“What’re you talking about?” she said over her shoulder. “We just got back from the movies.”
“Tristan, dude, I moved out here to be with you.”
She took her earlobe between her forefinger and thumb.
“I know.”
“I mean, I thought that we were going to be living together, starting our life together. If you don’t want to live with me, fine. But you’re almost always spending time with your parents and I’m starting to think that’s kind of weird. Are you really out partying? I think you are.”
Tristan sighed.
“That’s not true.”
“It’s not?”
"Look Dominic, I just feel that we don’t know Josephine very well. If she were to leave my dad-“
Dominic scrunched up his face.
“Why would she leave your dad?”
“I’m just saying that if she were to just up and leave one day, my dad would fall apart. I don’t think he can handle another let down in his life. He’d be lonely.”
“He’s not lonely, he has a wife.”
“And honestly,” she went on, “I think it would break his heart if I moved out. I’m his little girl.”
Dominic scoffed.
“Julie is his little girl. She’s the baby.”
Tristan was trying to keep composure but Dominic was starting to get under her skin. She could feel a fight brewing. Why must he do this, why must he bring out the bitch inside of her? She
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