He follows me outside, and I turn to face him. “I’m leaving.”
He screws up his face. “What?”
“I’m sorry, I just don’t feel the same way about you as I used to.”
He stares at me.
“And I shouldn’t have come here tonight, but I wanted to end it as friends.”
“Has Dylan got anything to do with this?”
I stare at him,fuck.
“Why would you say that?” I ask.
“Because my mother just told me that you two were very cozy.”
Mind your business, Mary.
“Actually….. yes. I’m seeing Dylan. It’s very new and unexpected and the good news is that you were right all along, we don’t have that zing anymore.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Zoe?” he explodes. “We love each other,” he cries.
I look around at all the people staring. “Sshh, keep your voice down,” I whisper angrily.
“What… so he doesn’t fucking hear us?”
“Rodney,” I whisper. “This isn’t about Dylan, the truth is that our relationship had run its course a long, long time ago.”
“Bullshit, I’m going to fucking knock him out.”
“Who?” My eyes widen as I connect the dots. “Dylan?” I gasp.
“That’s right.” He goes to march back inside, and I grab his arm. “Are you crazy, don’t be ridiculous, Dylan would kill you in a fight. Have you seen the size of him?”
“Not if I kill him first.”
“Stop it,” I cry.
People really are watching now.
“He can’t have you, Zoe, you belong to me.” He marches off inside.
What the ever-loving fuck?
Oh.
My.
God!
I put my hands over my mouth in horror and take out my phone and call Dylan, I need to warn him that Rodney is acting like a psychopath. Ring ring…. ring, ring….. “Pick up….. pick up.”
No answer.
I dial again and this time it goes straight to voicemail, he’s declined the call.
Fuck.
