As I was packing up the last of my bathroom bag and Jace's stuff, I heard the door bang shut after fifteen minutes that felt like eighty. Then, it re-opened about ten minutes later, and heard the sound of footsteps in the kitchen.
Once I had finished packing, I went down the steps two by two, with Jace, his stuff, the rest of my stuff, and I only needed my car keys. I don't care what Jake says because we're over for good. I don't care what he finds out, and I'm positive I left a couple of things behind, but I'm not living with that scumbag.
"Now where hell are you going?" he started. I ignored him, because, honestly, I didn't really know.
"Leaving for good."
"Where are you going? I asked you something!"
"Well, Dora, I know you asked me something. Boots is over in the corner past that selfish idiot right there," I grabbed all my stuff and put some in the car. I went back, finding Jake coming back and forth with me, yelling at me on how I should grow up and stop lying.
"Well, Jake, I already grew up and I never lied to you. And, honestly, I'm glad I'm leaving because I'm not staying with some eighteen year old when I still need my birthday for the year in July. While I'm twenty, you'll be eighteen, and, well, that's pure outraged and disgusting."
He didn't say anything. "Why didn't you tell me then?"
"Because I didn't care about age before you started acting like a jerk, cheating on me, and using about a hundred swear words a day."
I put Jace in the back, buckled him, and closed my trunk. I was going back inside for my keys when Jake got there first.
"Hand them over," I snapped.
"Why should I?"
"Omigod, really? You're starting little kid drama! Talk about grown up!" And I gutted him with my elbow, pushed him forward, I grabbed my keys and got to the door.
"Goodbye," and I closed the door, got in my car and drove away.