As he reached his house, he saw her at the top of the stairs. "Are you going to break up with me or not?" She whispered, blonde braids whipping around her.
He sighed, walking past his ex. "What have you done now?"
"Well, let's be honest," she said, standing on the railing, "I took a loan. I might die tomorrow, so yeah... I need to fuck."
He glared at her. "Excuse you? You dumped me after stealing my tuition money that I saved for a whole year!"
She sighed dramatically. "OMG, Gun, you really hold onto grudges."
She tossed an envelope at him. "There. Happy now?"
"You actually..." He stared at her, speechless. "Are you crazy?!"
"Hmm, guess so," she replied, lying down on the thin railing, staring at the moon. Clothes hung on a rope, flapping in the wind. "So, you gonna fuck me or not?"
They lay on the bed, naked, as she smoked a cigarette. "Well, I guess I can die happy now," she said with a smug grin.
"You're not going to bloody die. That shit's just a myth people made up, they'll just take the collateral," he assured her.
She stared at the smoke curling in the air. "Yeah, I'd rather die."
He tried not to laugh. "The fuck? How much did you borrow?"
She sighed, looking distant. "Two million."
"God's blood!" He groaned, shooting off the bed. "What the hell did you give as collateral that's worth that much?"
Her eyes welled up with tears as she stared at him.
"My mom's life insurance," she whispered.
His breath hitched. He rolled off the bed standing up, his heart racing. "Get out."
She stood up, completely naked, running her hands through her blonde braids, a stark contrast to the dark hair on her privates. She sighed and grabbed his hoodie.
He groaned also grabbing it "No! You're not taking that!" she yelled, tugging it away from him.
He rubbed his neck, his frustration boiling over. "I'm having a moment, you douchebag! Let me fucking have it!" she screamed. at him heading for the door
He fell on the bed. "God, how the fuck did I date you?"
"I give good head," she said, slamming the door shut behind her.
He scoffed, rubbing his neck, and glanced down at his boner. "Yeah, I'd miss that."
He gritted his teeth thinking about her lips. "God, I have the worst taste in women."