The Mating Games

He dressed in a checkered t-shirt and skinny jeans. He paused looking over at her she was curled into a ball--not sleeping. "I know you're not asleep," he told her, rolling his eyes but didn't approach instead leaving the room. His head throbbed just a pulsing pain that ensured that he wouldn't be able to think about anything else. He squinted colliding with a wall. "Fuck!" he shouted, rubbing his forehead.

Alice wasn't pretending to sleep, she was just blankly staring at the way. The sheets covered her body as she anticipated him to get out already. She was more than humiliated and all she wanted to do was go home. As she heard the door close she went into the bathroom to shower, she welcomed the warm water on her aching skin as she spent more than an hour in there. She didn't want to leave. Alice slowly emerged from the bathroom as she rummaged through his drawers, her clothes weren't here and she didn't have anything so she grabbed a shirt of his and gym shorts.

"Fuck!" He said again this time more quietly growing dizzy. He collapsed on the ground still concious but had hit his head again on the fall a huge gash in his head. He forced himself into a sitting position.