“Stop laughing. I don’t like you right now!” I sulk down the phone, pulling at my shoes on my apartment couch and glaring at them before tossing them away as Arrick kills himself, laughing down the other end of the line.

“Baby? I’m sorry….” He bursts into another hysterical fit, and I feel my temper rising. I am seriously not a happy camper with him right now, and what started as a minor insult has escalated because he is an asshole. He is the biggest type of douche bag ...