�You wanted to talk, and I�m here, so c�mon, let�s talk.� The kitchen door slapped behind her, mimicking the obvious irritation in her voice.
�Well, first of all, what the hell was wrong with you tonight?� Apolo blurted out, not withholding his frustration.
�Wrong with me? Listen, I don�t know what you�ve been smoking, but I�ve got better things to do��
�No, you�re gonna listen to what I have to say.� Sarah headed for the door, but Apolo was too quick for her. She pursed her lips and took a seat at the counter as her fixed stare remained glued to threshold Apolo stood in. Sarah crossed her arms across her chest.
�You know exactly what you were doing. When you had your little chat with Morgan, remember? Or did you already forget the fact that you ripped her dignity to shreds?�
�Oh, please! She had it coming! Walking up in here like she owned the place just because she�s friends with YOU.�
Apolo shook his head in disbelief. �Where do you get off Sarah? Morgan�s my friend, and you had no��
�Are you fucking blind? She�s using you!� Sarah replied, getting up from the stool, her body only inches from Apolo.
�Using me? Using me?! I�ve know her since high school, and I think I know her motives just a tad bit better than you do.�
�Oh really?� asked Sarah as she placed her hands firmly on her hips. �Well, then why is she one of YOUR guests, but she�s freakin� with J.J. right now, huh?�
Apolo�s face contorted in anger; he wasn�t sure whether he was more upset due to jealousy or due to Sarah�s bitchy comebacks.
�That�s not the point, Sarah! This is between you and me and the nasty bitch attitude you threw at my best friend. What or who Morgan wants to do is her business, and that�s not the issue, and you know it!�
�Stop telling me what I know and what I don�t! Do you think I�m fucking stupid? Do you think I�m so blind that I don�t notice all the time you spend with her over me and the way she looks at you? You play na�ve all you want, Apolo, but we both know that she�s only here to fuck you. Then leave you. And in your sick, twisted little brain, you�re thrilled with that!�
Exhausted from fighting, Apolo sighed heavily and placed on arm on the counter for support. He methodically rubbed the bridge on his nose as he listened to Sarah�s labored breathing. The minutes of silence passed on; the world appeared to have stopped and time to have vanished under the weight of the altercation.
�When did we go wrong?�
Sarah looked up from the Spanish tiled floor, startled at the sound of his mellow voice. �I don�t know,� she whispered, listening to the methodic drumming of Apolo�s fingers on the countertop.
�But I want to try make it right,� continued Sarah, as she reached up and brushed the forming sweat out of his eyes. �As soon as we get back to on your media tour, we�ll be spending more time together. We�ll start back at one. You and me�we can make this work.� She placed her delicate hand over his, waiting for a reply. �Well?�
�Well�I�m tired.�
�Oh. You know, we can leave if you want�� she uttered, her voice a mixture of sincerity and coldness.
�No, not that kind of tired.� Apolo moved his hand out from under hers. �I�m tired of the silence, and the tension, and the fighting. I just need some time alone to think things through. Everything since the Olympics has been a blur, and coming home makes it worse.� He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
�I�ll call you in the morning.�
Sarah pulled away as a look of disgust flashed across her features. �No, call me later when you�re mature enough to have sorted through all your shit. And when you�re ready to devote your time to me, I�ll be waiting. I do like you Apolo, and what we had was special. Can�t you see that?�
Apolo ran his fingers through his full, locks of hair as the door shut dejectedly behind her.
�That went well,� he mumbled to himself.