Out of Control

Chapter 29

^^Kayden & Emma^^

•Saylor's POV•

There are no words to describe my anger towards Braeden.
He dropped me off at my house and I hadn't texted him since. That was three weeks ago.
I told him I was ready, and now he refused.
Made me feel great about myself.

I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my body and walked into my bedroom.
I opened up my dresser and took out a long shirt, letting the towel fall to the floor and slip the shirt over my head.
"Ahem."
I throw my body against the dresser and see Braeden sitting with his legs folded on my bed.
"What are you doing here?"
"Aren't coupled supposed to go to each other's house? I was getting a little action here too."
"I'm not speaking to you."
"Seems to me you are."
"Get out."
"Oh come on babe."
"Out!" I point at the door and feel tears start falling down my face.
"Saylor, do you wanna do it, right here right now? Is that what you want? You want me to take you, right here this moment?"
"Yes! Don't you get it!"
"Is that really what this is all about? Is that why you haven't texted or called me back?"
"What do you think?"
"Saylor, you're just gonna throw that away? Your first time is something special, something you never get back!"
"You should know, Mr. It Doesn't Matter!"
"I do know, and I regret it, just like you would." He gets quiet, which just adds fuel to my fire.
"All this time you were telling me to, and now when I want to you don't? What is this? And what does it matter to you? It's my decision. Mine! Not yours! Mine!"
"If you want me to, we can go right here, right now, but I can promise you, you'll regret it after."
"No, I won't!"
"Fine! Let's go right now!" He takes off the shirt I put on and takes off his.
"You sure about this?"
"Yeah." I mutter as I feel my body tense up.
He pulls something out of his pocket and my eyes widen.
Maybe, I'm wrong. Maybe I don't wanna do this. maybe it isn't the right time.
"Are you sure? This is your absolute last chance to back down." Braeden says from above me.
"Yes. No. I don't know." I say quietly.
Braeden gets dressed again and I slip the shirt over my head.
"Was I right or was I right."
"Shut up." I punch his arm and he kisses me.