He laughed. "Keira, you just don't understand."
"The only other thing that could mean is that she's a prostitute. Oh God, you have sex with prostitutes? And you didn't use a condom with me. I'm going to die of a terrible prostitute STD!"
"Keira..."
"And who the hell is Jamie?!"
"Jamie? What are you even talking about? I don't even know who Jamie is. Let me look at my phone, okay? I can clear this up."
I shot his hand with a foam dart.
"Stop shooting me! What is wrong with you?"
"You cheated on me! You said you would never cheat on me. I thought you might be last night when you didn't come home. And Connor lied to me on the phone."
"You talked to Connor last night? I specifically asked him not to take your calls. What the hell?"
"Why? Was it a gangbang or something?"
Rory laughed. "No. Of course not. I'm not into devil's threesomes."
I shot him in the chest again.
He lowered his eyebrows slightly.
"And Connor didn't take my calls," I said. "I was worried sick all night. He only picked up when Emily called."
"And what did he say to her?"
"Why are you so concerned about everything other people are saying? If you didn't sleep with Tiffany just tell me where you were. Or were you sleeping with someone else?"
"I didn't cheat on you last night."
"You're terrible at phrasing things. What does that mean? That you cheated on me before?"
"No. Damn it, Keira! I just worded it wrong. I've never cheated on you. And I never will cheat on you."
"Then where were you?"
"Keira..."
"Where were you, Rory?" My voice cracked when I said his name. I was quickly falling apart. "Why won't you tell me?"
He just stared at me.
Say something! "Get. Out."
"What?"
"Get out of my apartment, Rory! Get the fuck out!"
Rory laughed. "Keira, if you could just..."
"You need to leave! This isn't working out."
"You're kicking me out? Seriously?"
"Tell me where you were. Just tell me what you were doing. Just tell me!"
He stared at me for a few seconds. "I'm sorry. I can't, Keira."
"Fine. Then you're officially evicted. Get out!" I threw the Nerf gun at him.
He stood up and caught the gun in his hands. "Evicting me, huh?" He raised his eyebrow at me.
"Stop. Stop looking so sexy! I'm not changing my mind. I can't even look at you right now. We're done, Rory. Get the hell out of my apartment."
"You're being ridiculous. We just agreed earlier today that we'd talk about our problems from now on. I'm not leaving."
"Cheating on me isn't something that we need to discuss. It's a deal breaker, Rory. And I've tried to talk to you. You won't tell me what you were doing. I don't have anything else to say. Clearly too much has happened between us. So I'm definitely not your girlfriend anymore. And you can't be my roommate now either. We're done!" I was so mad. And I hated how calm he was. He was the worst boyfriend ever. And definitely the worst roommate ever. And the sexiest. Damn it!
Rory's phone started buzzing in his pocket as he stared at me. "Fuck." He pulled out his cell and answered. He locked eyes with me. "Not great," he said into his phone. He put his hand over the receiver and held the phone out to me. "It's Connor. He'll tell you that he was with me last night."
"I don't care about him or Jackson being with you. I just want you to tell me where you were. And what you were doing with a girl that you think deserves five stars because of how good she is at sucking your cock! Is Connor going to explain all that to me if you give me the phone right now?"
"No."
"Then I don't want to talk to him. And I'm definitely done talking to you." I couldn't stand being in this room anymore with him. I couldn't look at him. My tears had already started to fall down my cheeks. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and walked toward my room.
"Keira." He grabbed my arm.
I shook him off of me. "Don't touch me, Rory. Don't you dare touch me." For the first time since he had come out of his bedroom, he actually looked concerned.
"I just need you to trust me."
"I can't trust you."
He didn't say anything. He watched me as I retreated into my bedroom. As soon as I closed my door, I collapsed onto the floor and started crying. He was a coward. He didn't love me. And I didn't love him. He was right. How could anyone love someone like him?
I started to cry even harder. Because that was a lie. I loved him more than I realized I could love someone else. But I couldn't forgive him for this. Even if he was telling the truth, it didn't matter. Whatever he had done with Tiffany Five Stars was probably just as bad as cheating. And he was keeping something from me. He had asked me to trust him. I would never be able to trust him. How could I possibly love someone that I didn't trust?
I heard something crash outside my door. It sounded like Rory had thrown the Nerf gun against the wall. I heard the front door open and close. And my gut told me that he was going out again. To cheat again. But this time it wouldn't really be cheating. I had just broken up with him. And evicted him. I put my face in my hands.
Is that why he kept saying he hadn't cheated? He had technically broken up with me before he stormed out last night. Maybe that didn't count. But it still hurt. I couldn't forgive him. I had just told him I loved him and he walked out on me and hooked up with a prostitute. I'd never forgive him for that. I thought he was sweet and kind and charming. But he was just like every guy I had ever met. He was a complete asshole. If I had given him a chance to talk, I'm sure it would have ending with him saying, "It's not you, it's me."
A part of me thought I was fixing him. Maybe it was because Connor and Jackson had said that to me. I thought he didn't want to be a player anymore. It seemed like he wanted to settle down. But the other night he had told me that people don't change. I was trying to change him. He didn't want to be changed. He couldn't change. I would never be enough for someone like him.
I leaned my back against my bedroom door and hugged my knees into my chest. In the end it didn't really matter. I thought being with him would make me happy. But I wouldn't have been happy down the road. I wanted to get married. I wanted children. I wanted all those things that he said he wasn't ready for and may never want. It was better that we ended it before it got any more serious. Every logical part of my brain was telling me that he wasn't good for me. So why did I miss him right now? Why did it physically hurt me to know that he was hurting? I put my chin on top of my knee. I thought he was the broken one, but maybe it was me.
I needed to call Emily. I stood up and opened my bedroom door. I walked into the living room and grabbed my phone off the coffee table. The Nerf gun I had been shooting Rory with was cracked in half, laying underneath the dartboard. There were shards of plastic scattered around it. I could add anger issues to all the reasons why I shouldn't be with him. I pressed on Emily's name and held the phone to my ear as I went back into my room.