Amelia slammed the trunk down after pulling her suitcases out of it, dragging them down the road behind her a Rabastan slowed his Maybach beside her, rolling down the window. “Are we going to talk about it or are you just going to be a drama queen?” Rabastan asked.
“Fuck you,” Amelia yelled, before ignoring him and beginning to walk down the road. She wasn’t about to get back in that car. It wasn’t happening.
“Amelia, honey, let’s not do this. Let’s just get through this weekend with your family and then we can talk about it. I know this is important to you,” he said before looking over at her.
“I don’t want to talk about it. You slept with my roommate. There’s nothing to talk about it. This isn’t something we’re going to get over,” Amelia snapped, her heels clicking on the pavement as she marched down James’s driveway.
“Amelia just get in the fucking car,” Rabastan said.
“Amelia, stop being a little bitch and get in the fucking car,” Rabastan said and Amelia somehow managed to continue to ignore him as James walked out of the house.
“What’s going on, Amelia?” he asked, taking her bags from her.
“My tool of an ex-boyfriend refuses to leave, despite how many times I’ve asked him to,” she grumbled.
“I’m your boyfriend, Amelia, we aren’t-”
“Really? Because you penis seems to think that you’re Alice’s boyfriend?” Amelia said before grabbing her purse and storming into the house.