Can We Talk?

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Big Red's POV

3 days had passed since the incident between Ashlyn and Jackson (which she had filled me in on). The downside was that I hated him even more now, but he was over constantly. Ashlyn and I went out or I went to her house most of the time.

"You've been here so much, can we just get his out of the way?" I asked Jackson, walking into the kitchen when Madeline had left to use the restroom.

"Get what out of the way?"

"The fact you hate my girlfriend. And me, for that matter."

"Ugh, you too are a stupid romance movie where you think of the other person first. 'Oh, yeah, they offended my girlfriend— oh, and me too.' Don't act like you care that much."

"You're practically just admitting to me you don't care about Madeline." I crossed my arms. "And we aren't on good terms, but she's family."

"And?"

"Never mind— but what's so annoying about me and Ashlyn's presence?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"It's not your presence, Madeline has told me all about you too."

"You can't believe one person's opinion unless you really, really know them and have the same morals. If Ashlyn told me someone was annoying, maybe I'd believe her, but— ugh." I sighed. "Okay, we're not solving this, just... whatever you do, don't touch her. You've already shoved her a few times, stop."

"Yeah, sure."

"Sure?" I asked. He shrugged. "Great? Just... don't." I left and went back to my room. I opened my phone to a text from Ashlyn.

 I opened my phone to a text from Ashlyn

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