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CHAPTER FOUR. glory and gore.
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I CAN ALREADY FEEL THAT all of you are about to be mad at me for what I'm going to say, so I guess I should get it over and done with. I'll rip the Band-Aid off and the pain will be temporary — short and sweet, and I won't have to worry about it ever again.
I got back together with Jason.
Don't worry, of course I made him work for it. I think this was the longest we've ever been apart, which is something everyone should applaud me for. 10 days, 8 hours, and 34 minutes. A record for the books. I didn't intend to let him back into my life whatsoever, but I suppose I lost all control over that when he showed up unannounced in my bedroom with a bouquet of red roses and a replacement phone for the one he broke. Jason remains ignorant to the fact that roses are my least favorite flower; I hate the scent, the look, and the commonness. Although, I have to applaud his effort in color coordination, as the phone matched the shade of flowers and so did his shirt. He's cute in red, and I forgave him by repeating that poisonous three word phrase and kissing him. It's a cycle I can't escape.
I also set my first boundary with him, and for this I should receive a trophy of gratitude. After he stayed to set up his gift and receive his form of appropriate thanks (I don't see why I had to thank him for an apology, but it's not like he's the kind of guy who understands the word 'no'), I told him that I must be the first to instigate each interaction between us — how it always should've been, considering he's nothing but a game to me. From now on, I'm the one who sends the first text, the first call, says the first thing in conversation; I come before him in everything, I'm his priority. And he agrees, because he's my bitch. Not the other way around.
I did this with the hope that it'll make him easier to escape. If I'm the one starting everything, I also hold the power to end it whenever I please, and he'll eventually grasp zero control over me. That way, I'll be able to put my attention entirely on JJ Maybank, and there will be no Jason Reed standing in my way. He'll be heartbroken somewhere in a dark corner, and I'll be thriving with a new, pretty hand to hold and a wider grin on my face. However, at this time, this task is on hold, seeing as the last time I saw JJ was when he was mowing Lola's lawn with a rather distasteful attitude.
