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go somewhere else.”
     “Go spend time with your dad.”
     “Dominic,” she said with a head tilt.
     But all of that didn’t just happen for nothing.
     “I’ll talk to you later,” he said, starting up the truck.
     “Wait.” She kept trying to open the door but Dominic wouldn’t unlock it. He drove off leaving her standing on the curb. When he looked through his rear view mirror he saw her still standing there and it made him feel bad. But she messed up everything tonight and he had to stand his ground and make her realize it.
     
     
     

  9… The Make up
    There was gentle knocking against Dominic’s door. Dominic didn’t hear it at first. He was watching a movie and dozing off on the couch. When the knock got louder he glanced at his watch. It was nearing mid night. He rubbed his eyes, yawned, lazily walked to the door and opened it to find exactly whom he expected. Tristan was in her little strapless skimpy dress, her hair still in the same ‘do, with a bottle of wine and two goblets.
      “I’ve come with a peace offering.”
      Dominic had simmered down by now but he was still a little upset that she still went out wherever and put him on the back burner.
                      
        Hope woke from her coma a quarter to twelve. It was her first night off in days, her first Saturday off ever. She sat up and sat on the edge of her bed until her vision cleared. Her head was still heavy with sleep and it took great effort to pull her body out of bed. She dragged her feet to the kitchen area and opened her fridge to grab a fruit drink. She popped it open, it softly fizzed, brought it to her mouth, heard ruckus coming from the other side of her wall.
     She knew he was home but he probably wasn’t alone. It was Saturday after all, and she could hear the noises that were coming from his TV. She found herself curious as to whether he was alone or not. She pressed her ear to the wall and listened for a second female voice but heard nothing.
      She went back to her bed and flicked on her own TV, flipped through the channels with the volume off. She had satellite TV but it did no good. She had hundreds of channels and nothing to watch. She stopped on one channel that showed an overly flirty news anchor woman, wearing practically nothing.  Hope didn’t know where the hell this came from, but ever since the incident with Zefar, she found herself really into her neighbor, paying attention to things she never did before-like wondering when he was home or not. The knocking on Dominic’s door snapped her out of it. She flicked off the TV leaving everything completely dark, and went to the window. 
        There was a chick standing outside with a bottle of champagne in her hand, head tilted, talking to Dominic. Hope couldn’t see him but she could hear the roughness of his voice. She’d seen the girl before but never really paid her any attention. She now knew the chick was Dominic’s girlfriend. Hope saw his thick arm extend from inside his apartment, taking his girlfriend’s hand. She was yapping away, smiling huge and a half second later she was out of view, the door closed. Hope moved away from the window and flopped down on her bed. She put her hands to her stomach.
        “Go away butterflies,” she whispered into the darkness.
    ***
     
          “Already?” Hope leaned back against her wall with ice cream in one hand, a spoon in the other, and her phone cradled on her shoulder. “It’s only been like, two weeks, at most.”
           “Yeah,” Shamayla said. “But he’s sooo nice. They’re going out Thursday night and we’re both off that night so I was wondering if you want to go with us?”
            Hope paused, put her spoon to her tongue.
           “Us?”
          “Me, Justin, the guys…” There was a moment of silence between the girls till Shamayla spoke up again. “Your neighbor…”
           Hope dug her spoon into the ice cream.