The Peyton-Harris Equilibrium

Sit, Stay

- Sit, Stay -

"You are fucking impossible, Rylie."

I rolled my eyes. Of course he thought I was impossible.

"It's not my fault, I just don't want to go." I thought out of all people Max would understand that.

We had been dating for almost six months now and he knew me inside and out. Whenever I looked at him I still got butterflies in my stomach that I thought would be long gone by now. Although today whenever I looked at him I was filled with infuriation.

"But it's the last school dance you will ever have the opportunity to go to!" He growled, his green eyes intense.

"Come on, Rylie," Leah chirped in. Shit, I had forgotten there was anyone else around, let alone that we were in the cafeteria. "Just come with us. It'll be fun!"

"See? Everyone else gets it. Why can't you?"

My eyes narrowed to slits on the idiot of a guy I called my boyfriend. "It's not that I don't get it, I know it's our last school dance and lah de dah de dah. I just don't want to go. Why is that such a big deal for you?"

Everyone on the table had their attention focused on the two of us. It was rare that we fought, and usually it was about something far more important than a stupid school dance.

I suppose I should have been honest and told him why I really didn't want to go, but I couldn't say that right now.

"Is it so wrong for me to want to go out with my girlfriend to the last school dance ever and have fun?"

I was tempted to be an annoying sarcastic girlfriend that he wouldn't want to go to the dance with but I refrained. He'd have been pissed off at me enough already.

"I never said that," I defended myself. Quite frankly, I was about to lose my temper. My hands had curled themselves into fists and my arms were crossed over my chest.

"Ugh," he grumbled, pushing up from the table and stepping over the bench. "You are impossible."

I looked up at his stormy face, wondering when he would figure out I was hiding something. Maybe he already had. He was the good one with reading facial expressions, not me.

"You've said that already." I kept eye contact with him, unintentionally starting a glaring competition. He wasn't going to win. He knew it, too.

That's why he sighed and shook his head. "You suck," he told me.

I raised my eyebrows doubtfully. "You love me," I informed him.

"Yeah and I hate myself for it sometimes." With that, he gently pressed his lips to my forehead before storming out of the cafeteria.

I shook my head, rolled my eyes and turned back around once I had seen him disappear out the cafeteria doors.

"You're not going to chase after him?" Tessa asked with her legs across Seth's lap, while at the same time Leah whined; "How do you guys manage to be a cute couple when you're mad?"

I looked first to Tessa, who was looking muddled, and shook my head. There was no point in chasing after him. I'd see him after school anyway and we would figure it out then. It's always easier then.

Then, I looked to Leah, who was looking at me with something that almost looked like jealousy. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"It's no fair. When you and Max fight you still manage to be all cutesy but whenever Nate and I fight it's like World War III."

That explains it. I mean, I didn't think Max and I were cute when we fought at all, although I assumed she thought that because of the kiss before he left. I shrugged. It's not what she thought though.