Sir Nikki

She leaned forward, hoping to catch his gaze. Her face flamed with the beginning of anger and fear. "What are you trying to say, Nikki? That I'm not good enough for you?"
He turned in his seat, leaning against the driver's-side door. "Why do you always put words in my mouth?"
"You're the one who insinuated that we shouldn't be together!"
Lately they'd been fighting like this a lot. It seemed like everything caused an argument, from the color of Nikki's shirt to the mustard that wasn't supposed to be on Cheyenne's burger.
Cheyenne couldn't explain it. When she found herself in another argument with Nikki, she couldn't stop. It was like a car crash in slow motion. She could see it coming but couldn't do a thing to stop it.
Nikki was just so pushy lately, bugging her to go to those stupid drunk-fest parties with his friends. They were all idiots if you asked her. Evolution had somehow missed them. They acted like cavemen.
She didn't want to go.
"I'm not saying that we shouldn't be together," Nikki said. "I'd just like for us to go out and do stuff instead of sitting inside and watching movies."
"But it's not that we're watching movies. We're being together, Nikki. That's what couples do. They be together. They don't go to parties to separate and get drunk." Or in Nikki's case, high. Cheyenne understood that the new obstacle of being sober has changed Nikki. He didn't seem to understand much and he forgot how to communicate. This scared Cheyenne, but she knows this is only temporary and she wants to be the support that Nikki needs. None of this mattered to her at the moment. She was so caught up in the argument that she didn't stop to think.
He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. "I never said we had to get drunk."
"But you want to drink, then i'll have to drive home in the middle of the night from the middle of nowhere."
He threw up his hands. "You know what, Chey, i'm done."
She froze. "What?"
"I'm done." Their arguments have been brutal these past few months, but he has never threatened to end their relationship.
"Done with what?" Cheyenne hesitated to ask, scared to hear the answer.
Sighing, he lowered his voice. "With us."
Cheyenne's mouth dropped. "Are you..." She swallowed hard, feeling bile rise in her throat. "Are you breaking up with me?"
He shifted again and stared straight ahead at the street. The absence of an answer told her more than words would have.
The shock burned into anger and Cheyenne felt her blood boil. "Fine!" She got out of the car and slammed the door behind her. She stomped up the shoveled sidewalk, the snow making wet slapping noises beneath her boots.
On the front porch, she stopped and turned back to the road, hoping that Nikki was running after her. But he drove off, the transmission shifting through gears quickly. She watched as the red taillights of the car disappeared around the corner.
The thought of where he was going never crossed Cheyenne's mind. He could spend the night in a ditch for all Cheyenne cared.
A hunk of blonde hair flew in her face as the icy wind blew around her. She grabbed it and gave it a shove over her shoulder.
This was just another fight in a long list of many lately. But they'd never broken up before... not like this.
Tomorrow they'd make up, she told herself as she trudged inside. Tomorrow they'd fix this, and everything would be fine.