A/N: This is a random spurt. I dunno what to think of this lol but I like to torture these two. :3
"It's just my luck that I'd get stuck in here with you."
Ouch. "You're not a picnic yourself asshole." I retort and cross my arms over my chest.
His hazel eyes glisten angrily. "This is your fault."
I lean against the wall in the small space and glare at him. "When is anything not my fault? You play the blame game so well James but the biggest player is you." I bang my fist on the door locking us in the small closet. "Let us out you guys, this isn't funny!" I yell through the thick wood but all I receive is silence. A feeling of dread swallows me whole. "They better not have left me here." I mutter and fiddle with the locked doorknob.
The rattling noise irks him. "Can you fucking stop? Just one time in your life stop being so annoying."
"Are you shitting me? I'm trying to get us out of here!" I yell and then regret doing so because in such a close space, my voice echoed painfully in my ears. I hear him mutter 'idiot' and choose not to answer. Even when we dated we fought and argued like this. Both of us were stubborn and held on to pride like it was a life source. Despite that though, we've been friends for a long long time, like way before our relationship stage. I care for him still regardless of his ass-holiness. Even so, that didn't mean I wanted to be trapped in a closet with him, afterall, there is a reason why we're exes.
Twenty minutes slide by in silence and I'm starting to feel hot. So I take my shirt off. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Chill James." I grumble and toss my shirt on the ground. As an after thought I follow after, settling myself on the ground. The light is dull in the small space and I tell myself maybe I can fall asleep and use up my time in that way, but then I dismiss the thought.
"Fuck you Kendall."
"You already have. Let me also add fucked over because you fucked me over too."
"You were lousy." he grits out and, once again, ouch.
"You don't mean that." I sigh and don't react when he kicks my outstretched feet as he sinks to the ground himself.
"Okay fine I don't, but don't act like some innocent bystander." James grumbles and I roll my eyes.
"You did it first, I just gave you a taste of your own medicine." I mutter and James makes a sound of disgust.
"With Jett of all people?" he scoffs but I'm more focused on the fact that despite us being broken up, we still read off each other so easily. I also find it amusing that we're back on the subject of the reason why we broke up- we both cheated. I'm not proud of what I did but he really hurt me and I wanted him to know exactly how I felt.
"Like Mercedes is better."
"She was ten times better. Jett is doubled that but worse. If you wanted to get back at me so bad you should've tried a better player." James' words drown me.
I don't say anything for a minute but I stare at his face. The face I used to wake up to every morning and shower in kisses. The face that made beautiful expressions while he made love to me. The face I fell in love with and the one that broke me. I look away and talk over the lump that has formed in my throat. My words are thick and dry.
"Was I just a game to you then? Me getting back at you wasn't a competition to see who could find a better person to fuck, you cheated on me. All I wanted to do was have you feel the same way as I did. You hurt me you son of a bitch." I say and feel mortified as my eyes prickle up and my face stiffened. All the signs that I was about to cry and fuck this man, he doesn't deserve a single tear. "Here I am trying to get you to understand how I felt and all you can say is that I should've picked a better person- oh, excuse me, player." I yank my legs up to my chest and glare at him. "All I wanted was you you stupid dumb fuck. I didn't want to go out and cheat on you purposely. You were all I wanted. I fucking loved you. Shit, I still do you complete asshole but you cheated on me like I was nothing to you. So tell me James, did I mean something to you? Or was everything a lie?"
He stares at me with his hazel eyes and wears an expression on his face like he doesn't know what to say. But that's okay, his silence is the answer I was looking for. "Fuck you." I spit out.
"Wait a minute Kendall, I did love you okay, and I'm not happy how things ended between us like they did." he tells me and I want to wrangle his neck.
"Who's fault do you that is?!" I hiss and he glowers.
"You're childish for trying to get even with me! I was drunk okay, but you were completely sober when he fucked you!"
The door swings open and Camille's face pokes in. "Two hours guys, have you made up yet?" I briefly wonder how two hours had gone by so fast but then I remember just who it is I've been arguing with. I growl in annoyance.
I stagger to my feet and rip shirt off the ground. "Stay away from me." I seethe to James before I brush past Camille and storm out the nearest exit.
