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before answering.  “Why should I?  You didn’t think about me enough to make me dinner.  You were here all day playing that fucking game!”
    “What?  How am I supposed to know that you wanted dinner, you didn’t tell me,” he said angrily.
    “I didn’t tell you?  I didn’t tell you to take a shit this morning but you did!  Hell, I’m supposed to be your lady, and you can’t even think to cook for me?  To make sure that I had something to eat after working for twelve hours, you can’t even do that for me?” she spat at him, her pent up anger spilling out.
    He turned to go.  “Well fuck it then Summer, all I wanted was some wings, I don’t wanna hear all that shit.  I’m going back to play my game.”
    “Don’t. You. Walk. Out. Of. Here,” she said through clenched teeth, her words hitting him like bullets in his back. 
    Trey slowly faced her, his mouth forming a large O, Summer never talked to him like that before.
    Suddenly her mouth went dry, her words glued together in her throat.
    “So whatcha gonna do, just stare at me all night?” Trey asked, his mouth twisted in a sneer.  “Fuck this I’m leaving.”  He stomped toward the door.
    “I think it’s time that you left.  I want you to move out,” she called after him, he rounded on his heels, his jaw had dropped, this was the last thing he was expecting. 
    “You want what?” he stuttered.
    “I want you to pack up your shit and leave, us living together isn’t working anymore.”  She didn’t need him financially; she paid all the bills and even gave him money after he used up his weekly unemployment check.
    “Fine, I’ll leave.”
    “You can stay until the end of the month if you want,” she offered.
    “Fuck that.  You want me to leave, then I’ll leave tonight.  I’ll go back home to my Moms, at least she won’t be trippin’,” he said sullenly.  He stalked to the closet and stared at it, unsure of what to do. 
    “There are some Hefty bags under the kitchen sink,” Summer said and Trey glared at her before stomping out of the room.  She heard him telling Fresh Man the news, which was immediately followed by a spurt of expletives that made her want to cover her ears with her hands.
    Moments later Trey returned with the garbage bags draped over his arms.  Without saying a word to her he began dropping his clothes, still on their hangers, into the plastic bag.  “I know what this is about,” he muttered.
    Summer, who was watching TV, shifted her gaze at him.  “What? What did you say?”
    He whirled around.  “I know you’re doing this because of Clint.”
    “What?” Summer asked with a laugh.  “What are you talking about?”
    “You know what I’m talking about,” he sneered at her.
    Summer blushed; she knew exactly what he was talking about.  A couple of years ago while they were making love, she had called out Clint’s name.  “He has nothing to do with this, besides he’s married, happily so,” she threw in, even though she wasn’t sure.
    “Yeah right.”
    “Just keep packing,” she snapped.  Summer settled back on the bed, her dinner ignored, she no longer had an appetite.  While he was stuffing his clothing into the garbage bag, she realized that she had bought almost all his clothes. 
    This wasn’t how she had imagined they would turn out.  They had started dating in their senior year of high school.  He was the quarterback and she was the shy studious girl that no one knew existed.  Her goal was to get through high school without anyone noticing her and she had been successful, until she had walked into Trey’s sights.  Trey had pursued her relentlessly for two months before she agreed to go out with him.
    With Trey as her boyfriend, her senior year of high school was idyllic.  People who didn’t talk to her before wanted to be her best friend, and Trey treated her like a queen.  Back then he was always buying her things and taking her out.  And when she finally had