Saving My Boyfriend

Chapter 05:|Gotta Love Our Fights

Chapter Five: Gotta Love Our Fights

"Hey, so any plans today?" Colby asked me while we were walking to the senior parking lot.
Her parking spot was painted light pink, with a golden tiara and on the bottom of it, in white letters said "Royality Parking Only."

See? She's so spoiled rotten. But I receive good birthday and Christmas presents from her.

And her parking spot was across from mine. Which I find it really great that I chose my spot. Because I'm near my two favorite people.

I wouldn't change that for the world. If I could.

"Going to Mason's house. He left school early, and he said that he'll tell me later." I said while unlocking my car and then waving at Colby who's already starting her engine.
She waved back then drove off. Damn, she's always this fast whenever we leave school.

Well she does have a job. She's an assistant dance coach for some dance studio.

She's really good, I'm not going to lie. I told her she needs to be a dancer when we graduate.

But she prefers going to Yale, and getting a nursing degree. I mean she already got accepted there.

And she has the money to go there. Cough.

I pulled out of the parking spot, and starting to drive out of the school towards Mason's house.

When I pulled in his driveway, only his car was there. Which is pretty normal. His mom is always out of town. Because she's the CEO of some clothing line. While his dad works as a CEO of a sports illustrated magazine.

Hince why Mason plays football. And his thirteen almost fourteen year old sister Meghan plays softball.

Mason's dad needed some inspiration to help him keep his job going.

I got out of my car then walked in through the front door. I then saw Mason playing GTA while sitting on the couch.

This made me sigh and sit next to him. He put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it. While still playing his game.

"Hey babe, how was school?" He asked while pausing the game and looking at me.
He doesn't look like himself. This boy looks tired and nauseous. I better keep an eye on him.

Did he even rest? Why did he leave school early? Is something happening to him?

So before I replied I gave him a frown. And he frowned in return. I wanted to show him that he made me sad.

I mean he left school and didn't bother taking me with him! How dare he?

"Alright. Why did you leave early?" I asked. While crossing my legs.
He rolled his eyes then unpaused the game and continued playing.

Okay, what the hell? He said that he'll tell me later. This is later. What's there to tell?

He let out an irritated huff. Which means he's clearly pissed off. Great. A simple question and he's mad.

Oh my what a nightmare

"Babe I'll tell you later." He said with a clenched jaw. While still looking at the screen.
That's it I then stood up and turned off his TV.

He then stood up and gave me a glare and stomped towards me. He was taller than me so he is practically towering over me right now.

I'm not scared though. We fought before. But I know Mason would never physically hurt me.

Emotionally, most likely.

"What the hell!?" He roared into my face. "Why did you do that?" He spat then backed away from me.
Ugh, he's seriously getting annoying. I mean he wouldn't answer my damn question.

Excuse me for playing the caring girlfriend.

"Because you won't answer my question all you did was roll your eyes and continue playing that stupid ass game!!" I screamed into his face.
He groaned then paced back and forth in the living room.

I impatiently stood there and crossed my arms waiting for his damn reply to my comment.

"I don't want to talk about it." He seethed.
Okay, hey Mr. PMS, you need to calm the hell down.

He then sat down and put his head on his knees and put his hands over his head.

I'm just here to help him. I don't want to be pushy. But dammit if pushy is what it takes then pushy is what I will be.

"Well, I just want to tell you that you can tell me anything babe. That I'm here for you." I said in my best calm voice.
Honestly, I hate when we fight. I really do. I completely say that it's my fault sometimes too.

Gotta love our fights.

I take responsibility on my actions as well as the guy should in the relationship.

Mason seemed pissed off of my response. So he closed his eyes and then took deep breaths.

"I told you that I don't want to talk. Just leave. I'm done with this. You. And us." He said opening his eyes and then turning on the TV with his remote.
This started to make me cry. He's seriously done with us?

I huffed. Then I walked up to him and smacked him in the back of his head. And then stomped out of his house with pride.

Well, tried to. He grabbed my wrist before I can grab the handle of the door with it.

He then turned me around. I was now bawling my eyes out. Mason then sighed and pulled me into his warm embrace.

I buried my face into his chest and continued to cry.

"M-Mason w-we c-can't b-be o-over. W-we c-can't. I-I c-can't h-handle t-the p-pain." I stuttered out, then I let out some hiccups.
He made me look up at him by placing his fingers under my chin and lifting my head up.

He then wiped my eyes with his finger and kissed my tear stained cheeks. Then rubbed my back.

"I'm sorry. I was just upset. Look, I promise that I will tell you when I'm ready okay?" He asked while kissing my lips. "And we're not over. I was just angry. I love you Peyton." He said while kissing my jawline.
I closed my eyes and then kissed his chest. And leaned my head against it still with my eyes closed.

I really do love him. He's maybe not perfect. But I'd rather stick with an imperfect guy then a supermodel anyday really.

Mason needs to understand that whatever flaws he has, I respect him for it and love him unconditionally.