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“What the fuck are you doing?” Young asks as he walks into the living room.

“Fuck off Young.” I growl at him. I cannot even deal with his fucking mouth right now. Young laughs as he throws himself onto the couch.

“What the fuck is your problem? You have a little argument with Miss Perfect tits and ass?” He throws his head back laughing at his own joke. I on the other hand do not find it funny at all. I stomp over to him and grab him by his shirt and pull his face into mine.

“Don’t you ever fucking disrespect my girl again you piece of shit. I will beat the fuck out of you. I already told you to fuck off.” I say through clench teeth. He pushes me back to free himself from my grip.

“Fuck you Campbell. I hope you get some ass tonight so you’re in a better mood. All week you’ve been an asshole. I’m going out.” He walks out the door and makes sure to slam it hard a hell.

It’s eleven-thirty when I finally get a knock on my door. I swing it open to see a smiling Kenz. Well, I’m no longer worried, I am so pissed I see red. She pushes up on her tip toes to give me a kiss and I move to the side so she can’t do it. She looks up at me with a look of question on her face. I can clearly see that I have upset her, but I’m too pissed to care.

“Sorry I’m late, Campbell.” She says with a sad emotion in her voice. She tries again, but I once again deny her and walk into the kitchen. She slowly walks into the kitchen, afraid of doing something else to piss me off further. She leans against the opposite counter from me, wanting to keep her distance now. I can see that I am getting the best of her, but I am so fired up at this point I can’t stop myself.

“Where the fuck were you?” I ask in a growl. She snaps her head up and looks at me wide eyed.

“What?” She has her eyebrows drawn in with confusion clear in her eyes. I move closer to her resting my hands on either side of her body.

“Where. The. Fuck. Were. You?” That gets her attention.

“I had to work late, Campbell. What the fuck is your problem?”

I throw my arms in the air. I know my voice is getting louder, but I can’t fucking help it I’m so pissed. “You had to work late? You couldn’t take two fucking seconds to text your boyfriend that! You let me wait around for you like I had nothing better to do? I’m not some fucking dog that’s going to sit and wait for you to come home, wagging my tail when you decide I need some affection. You didn’t give a shit about leaving me hanging tonight.”

She has a fire in her eyes I’ve never seen before and hurt that I never want to see again. She straightens up, with her hands clenched at her side and looks right at me.

“You know what, Campbell? I’m not some young girl that you can walk all over. I will not take this shit from you. Do you hear me? I will not allow you to disrespect me!” She says angrily, yet her face looks like she is absolutely devastated. She has tears in her eyes and her chin begins to quiver. “Fuck you.” She whispers like any fight she had, has completely left her. She marches to the door throws it open so hard it hits the wall. She turns around to look at me and I see the tears running down her face. She leaves without closing the door or even turning back around.

“FUCK!” I slam the door shut. I run my hands roughly on my face and grab my hair, staring at the door. I punch the door hoping that will release the feelings that are consuming me. It doesn’t do a thing to help, so I end up making my way to my room. I am no longer pissed at Kenz, but at myself for being such a fucking asshole. First thing tomorrow, I will beg her forgiveness.

It’s Sunday morning and I am still lying in bed. I haven’t spoken to Campbell since he was an asshole Friday night. He has tried to text, call, even come over, but I refused to speak to him. How he reacted to me being late and what he said was belittling. I absolutely refuse to be treated like shit. I have been in a pissed off mood since I walk in the door Friday night. I called out of work yesterday because I just didn’t feel like dealing with anyone’s bullshit. Maddie and Becca are sick of my attitude, but I can’t help it. I finally decide to get out of bed. I need coffee.

I walk into the living room and Becca is sitting on the couch. She looks up at me but doesn’t say anything.

“What Becca? Shit! I need coffee alright!”

She shakes her head at me. “Kenz you know I love you, but you need to stop being such a bitch. He has tried to apologize to you all weekend. You refuse to see him, to hear him out. The only one to blame for the way you’re feeling is yourself.” With that she goes into her room and slams the door.

I’m standing in the kitchen thinking about what she just said. She is right I haven’t heard him out, no matter how many times he tried to contact me. I keep pushing him away. I’m just so pissed with the way he treated me. I feel like I need him to understand that. I pour my coffee and I suddenly want to bang my head on the counter. How the fuck is he going to understand if I stay locked up in my apartment? I guess he needs to hear my side as much as I do his. “Ugh!” I am such an idiot.

I decide I better go apologize to Becca. I knock on her door and walk in. She’s on the phone, but hangs up quickly as I walk in.

“Hey.” I say picking the bottom of my shirt. She doesn’t say anything just rising her eyebrows at me. “Look, I’m sorry I’ve been a bitch alright. You’re right, Campbell and I need to talk it out. I’m sorry I took it out on you.”

She gets up off her bed and gives me a quick hug. “Thank you. Listen, you and Campbell love each other. You’ll work it out.” I know she’s right, I’ve let things go too far.

I am sitting on the couch trying to find something on TV when there is a knock on the door. Part of me is hoping that it is Campbell, the other part is a nervous wreck it may be. I wanted to go over to his apartment, but I was too proud. I get up to go answer the door. When I open it, I see Campbell for the first time since Friday. Damn I have missed him so much.

“Hey.” He says looking up at me.

“Hey.” Wow, we sound like a bunch of morons.

“Can I come in?” I hold the door open for him, inviting him in. I walk past the living room to my bedroom, because honestly I don’t want the girls to interrupt us. We go in and

I close the door. He turns around to look at me, blows out a breath, and runs his hands roughly over his face. “Kenz, I’m sorry I was such an asshole Friday night. I had no right to treat you so poorly; you didn’t deserve that. I’m not trying to make excuses, but it was a long shitty week. I took it out on you and I said some nasty shit. I can’t take it back, but I can ask for your forgiveness.” I know he means everything he says. I can see it in his eyes.

“You were an asshole. You made me feel like shit, question myself. I haven’t felt that way in a long time and I won’t allow myself to ever feel like shit because of another person again.” He runs his hands through his hair. From the looks of it, he’s been doing that a lot.

“You’re right. You should never let anyone treat you with anything but respect. I completely lost my shit and the things I said I didn’t even mean. I was so worried when you didn’t call that something happened to you. Then you show up acting like everything was fine and I lost it. I’m sorry baby it won’t ever happen again.”

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