What the fuck were you laughing about with my man, huh? You trying to be funny with me?!
Laughs can mean anything Stacey. Laughing doesn't always mean i'm laughing with someone about something
Oh, so now you're gonna play dumb with me?! Don't think you can weasel your way out of this, you slimy little shit. I saw the way you were giggling like a schoolgirl whenever he told you some dirty joke or shared his deepest, darkest secrets with you, thinking he was some kind of hilarious stand-up comedian. Well, newsflash, buddy, you're not a fucking comedian; you're a goddamn backstabber! So why don't you start giving me some straight answers before I rip you apart with my bare hands, huh?!
"what are you talking about...that's not what happened."
Are you fucking kidding me?! Don't pretend like you didn't laugh your ass off when he was telling you about how he took down that guy who cheated on his girlfriend! And what about that private joke he shared with you, huh? The one that had him blushing and stuttering like an idiot? Don't you dare tell me you didn't find it funny!
"it wasn't funny, but if it made you happy thinking I was laughing then ok."
I'm not some fragile little flower you can just mold to fit your twisted version of reality.
You know, you remind me of a spoiled brat with delusions of grandeur. Thinking you can just waltz into our lives and steal him away from me like some kind of heartless thief. But guess what, Sherlock? You may have your little victories, but I've got the upper hand now. You see, I've been doing a bit of digging, and let's just say your perfect little image is about to be shattered into a million little pieces.
"I'm starting to regret being nice."
Regret? Hah! You have no idea what regret feels like, you smug little shit.
You know, you should go talk to the other woman you have been eyeing. Maybe she will give you what you want, what you need.
Oh, so now you're gonna play matchmaker for me, huh? Well, let me tell you something, you manipulative little weasel.
"Who knows, maybe you two would make a good couple."
Fuck you, you piece of shit! You really think you can just replace me with some other poor, unsuspecting woman? Well, newsflash, asshole, it's not that easy! I am the best thing that ever happened to him, and no one - NO ONE - could ever take my place! So keep dreaming, you pathetic excuse for a human being, because it's never gonna happen!
"ok...your right...you do love him, and that makes him off limits..."
leans in closer, glaring menacingly You know what, Manson? You're right. I do love him.
"and I respect that...too bad I wasn't able to get along with you..."
lunges forward and grabs Manson by the collar, pulling him close Respect? Respect?! You think respect is gonna fix everything, huh?
"no...never thought that...kisses Stacey passionately"
pushes Manson away forcefully, breathing heavily What the fuck is wrong with you? Did you think a cheap kiss was gonna make everything all better?
"No...sorry...it was suppose to be mean something more...like I cared."
laughs sarcastically Cared? Cared about what, Manson? Cared about destroying my marriage and turning my world upside down?
"No...cared about you, Stacey. Didn't know how else to show it."
You think you can just waltz into my life and play with my emotions like a toy? Well, guess what, buddy? You're not the only one who knows how to play games. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too, and believe me, you'll be begging for mercy by the time I'm done with you. So go ahead, keep underestimating me. Keep thinking that you can just sweep me off my feet and make me forget about everything that's happened. But mark my words, Manson, I won't let you get away with this. Not this time.
whispers "We both know you could care less about him...chuckles You care about me. Anyone can see that....so don't worry, I'll keep coming around, driving you crazy."
narrows her eyes and smirks Oh, is that right? You think you can drive me crazy, huh?
"Only one way to find out..." pokes her lips with his finger teasingly
snaps her teeth shut, catching his finger Oh, you think you're clever, don't you? Well, two can play at that game, you little shit.