I'm just so fucking pissed I'm about to scream. Godamn that Aaron. I don't know I even date him. Because it's been a long time and I'm comfortable and it'd be a bitch to get a new place, that's why I date him. God, all I wanted to do was have a nice time tonight and God forbid actually go out for the first time in a month and fucking Aaron has to turn the whole thing into a big fucking public confrontation. And now look, now I'm standing outside the club, rain making me soaked, windy, cold, about to cry and I won't damnit I won't give him the satisfaction.

I feel the rush of stale air from the club door and Carl comes out, great, just what I fucking need right now. "Are you alright," he asks, coming over.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm great," I snap back at him. "Go inside, Carl."

"No, I want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine, nothing to worry about. Go in."

"Come on," he says, "let's get out of here. Come on."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I laugh. "My boyfriend's in there right now! Right now, in the club! I am not going anywhere with you!"

He looks at me for a moment, not saying anything, then walks inside. He comes back out a few minutes later with my stuff. "There's a cab," he says, pointing down the street. "Come on. It's simple. Lift your feet and walk to the cab. And we go home. Come on."

I look at Carl and can see the glaze in his eyes, can see that he's trashed and saying all this just because he desperately wants to fuck me tonight, so desperately that it approaches pathetic. I can't do this anymore. I can't. I shoulda never done it to begin with. I open my mouth.