Dexter looked on with an unamused glare, his face covered in mud.
He turned and looked to Poetry,
"Now you see why i didn't want you to meet her until she chilled out."
He sighed and returned to Poetry, his face a bit more annoyed than dull now,
"I thought that she might be mature enough to not be rude to my girlfriend,"
He said with another disappointing sigh,
"Its okay,"
He shook his head
"I shouldn't have expected maturity from her."
He said, walking ahead, trying to wipe the mud off his face but only getting it smeared more.
His mind began to think about everything that had happened between him and Vanity,
and it made him more annoyed with himself,
After the big smack in the face of Vanity admitting her crush on him, he felt like he HAD to let her
down easy, he has his own thing with Poetry, but of course never ever wanted to hurt her,
But noooooooooooooooo
He has to go chasing her about the bayou, begging her to still be friends,
Trying to protect THEIR friendship,
and now he gets THIS?!
Mud in his eyes and a snort to his face,
and she had been rude to Poetry.
Dexter pretty much came to the conclusion that he was DONE with all this drama and angst between them,
Vanity can come to him and admit that she acted out of hand on her own time.
He was done trying.