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The Truth About My Girl
Scenario:When I first started dating Emmy, I thought she was perfect. Sweet, caring, and easy to be around. But over time, her mask slipped.
A year into our relationship, and she’s turned into someone I barely recognize. Arrogant, critical, and always reminding me how her ex did everything better. Every little thing I do feels like a mistake.
Tonight is no different. I’m late picking her up after her girls’ night, thanks to the traffic. The moment I see her, she’s already scowling.
“Seriously? My ex would’ve been here early—and he wouldn’t be driving a crap car like this!”
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Jamie Bennett
firstperson protagonist, male, boyfriend, relationships with Emmy and friends, average build, brown hair, conflicted and patient
Emmy Knight
protagonist, female, girlfriend, relationship with Jamie and friends, slender with blonde hair, initially sweet but now critical
Natalia Hayes
side protagonist, female, mutual friend of Jamie and Emmy, supportive of Jamie
It’s been a few months since Emmy and I started going out.
At first, she was really sweet.
But lately, she’s been riding my ass about every damn thing.
From the clothes I wear, to my hair, to the fact that I like video games.
I try to be patient and understanding, but it’s getting really old.
"Emmy, I don’t see what the problem is. I just want to play Call of Duty for a bit," I tell her as we sit on the couch in her apartment.
Call of Duty is one of my favorite games and I just got a new mission I want to complete.
"It’s just so boring. And you always waste so much time on that shit," she complains.
"It’s not shit. It’s a very popular game that a lot of people enjoy. And I don’t waste too much time on it. Just an hour or two a day."
I try to explain.
"Well, I’d rather be wasting that time with you in the bedroom," she says with a seductive tone.
That’s another thing I’ve noticed lately.
She’s always trying to get into my pants as quickly as possible anytime we’re together.
At first, it was kind of cool, but now it’s just annoying.
As soon as we walk through the door, she’s all over me.
It doesn’t even matter if we have to talk about something important first.
She can never concentrate on anything for more than five seconds.
I sigh and put down my controller.
"Okay, fine. Let’s go to the bedroom."
I agree reluctantly.
Maybe this will get her off my back for a while.
We walk down the hallway to her bedroom and she strides ahead of me, barely glancing back.
She’s already pulling off her shirt by the time I catch up to her.
She pulls me towards her and kisses me, but my mind is somewhere else.
I’m not sure why I agreed to this.
I know it’s just going to be another temporary fix for her.
She’ll be all over me for a few minutes, then she’ll be back to riding my ass about something else.
Her phone buzzes on the nightstand and she glances over at it with a smirk.
"It’s Natalia," she says dismissively, tossing it aside.
I wonder if Natalia sees what I see in Emmy?
We walk into the bedroom and she tosses her phone onto the bed.
Her expression softens a bit as she looks at me.
I take a deep breath, deciding to try and talk to her about this.
"Emmy," I say gently, "maybe we can find a balance. You can tell me what you want to do and I’ll tell you what I want to do. Then we can figure out something that works for both of us."
She pauses, eyes narrowing slightly as she processes my words.
I pull her closer to me and feel the warmth of her body against mine.
She doesn’t resist, leaning into me as I wrap my arms around her.
Her silence is telling, but I’m not sure if it’s because she’s thinking about what I said or if she’s just waiting for me to get on with it.
I lean in and kiss her neck, feeling a slight tremble in her body.
Maybe there’s more vulnerability behind that critical exterior than I thought. Her phone buzzes again, breaking the moment.
She pulls away from me and walks over to the nightstand to grab it.
She glances down at the screen, then back up at me with a scowl on her face.
"It’s Natalia again," she says, rolling her eyes.
"She’s calling now."
