You barely turned your head to glance, as your boyfriend; Sebastian Stan, entered the small apartment the two of you owned. Instead, you were glaring at the clock; why, could it be? Two in the morning, you decided glancing over at him as he sheepishly sat in the armchair across the room. "Hey." He muttered quietly, causing you to glare deathly at him. "Uh, how was your day?" You could almost smell the fear emitting from him, that and some fruity perfume that you were 200% wasn't yours. "Don't try to beat around the bush, Stan. I'm not an idiot." You watched as he swallowed thickly, running a hand through his soft locks. "It's not what you think-" You laughed darkly. "What time is it, Sebastian?" You asked, angrily turning towards him. He fidgets nervously under your gaze, glancing over at the clock. "Too late- listen Y/N-" You held up your hand, smiling sarcastically at him. "Too late would be an understatement." He sighed. "Now, are you going to tell me where you were, or do I have to follow my assumptions?" You ask, your glare never faltering. He sighed again, attempting the puppy-dog eyes approach. You smiled sarcastically again, standing up abruptly and making your way back to the bedroom the two of you shared. You heard his heavy foot falls following you just as quickly. "Y/N, really I can explain," he said, you could almost hear the lies and deceit that coated his words; making fury rise in your chest. You swung the bedroom door open, beelining it to the closet. You reached in, yanking all of the clothing he owned and the expensive things he bought you; throwing them into a growing pile on the floor. You moved from the almost empty closet, to the dresser, where you began repeating the same steps. Sebastian stood dumbfounded in the doorway. "Y/N !" He yelled, beginning to get furious, as he stepped into the room. "What?" You spat, pulling out more and more clothing items. "What the hell are you doing?!?" He snapped back, grabbing your wrists and holding them tightly. You tried wiggling out from his grasp, but his hold was not moving any time soon. You stopped struggling, beginning to glare at him again. "You won't be living here anymore, just helping you pack." You said sassily, making him scoff. "Do you really think I'd cheat on you?" He asked, realizing your assumptions. You laughed darkly again, yanking your wrists from his grasp. "Obviously!" You snapped, grabbing his bottle of cologne from the dresser and chucking it at his head. It hit the wall, shattering into a million pieces as the scent wafted up; tickling your nose. He looked at you in shock. "Now how about you GET OUT!!" You yelled furiously, throwing the nearby suitcase at him. He huffed angrily, throwing down the suitcase, and storming from the apartment. You gathered his various items, even his pillow, shoving them into a large garbage bag. You lugged the bag from your apartment and to the garbage shoot, throwing them down in satisfaction. You stalked back to your apartment, throwing the various pictures hanging around into another bag; and throwing them outside the door, too exhausted to walk to the garbage shoot. You plopped on the couch, blasting some nice rock music, attempting to drown the guilt slowly forming in your heart; blinding it with rage. You stared at the ceiling, drained; as you slowly drifted to sleep. Will there be part two? That's the question of the night.
