Unexpected Encounters

The argument had been quick, fueled by the familiar sting of betrayal. Da'Vaughn's phone, a digital Pandora's Box, lay open on the bed, the evidence undeniable.
“What ever da'Vaughn I'm outta here," you said, the words flat and final, tossing his phone back. Standing up, you rolled your eyes, the familiar script of another failed relationship playing out.
He tried to grab your arm, pulling you back down. "Come on bra you trippin."
"Get the fuck off me before you piss me off," you snapped, tapping your foot, determined not to look at him. Looking would only amplify the anger simmering beneath your tough exterior.
He released you, putting his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "You know what it's coo I don't even give a fuck."
Gathering your things, you muttered under your breath, "Stupid bitch."
The second your foot hit the front porch, you pressed the unlock button on your keys, a wave of hurt washing over you despite your show of strength. Speed walking to your car, you hurried to escape, leaving Da'Vaughn and the latest disappointment behind.
