My Girlfriend's Ex (StudxStud)

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Beatrix

"What we gonna be forever?" she asked me.

"Together," I smiled, intertwining my fingers with hers. Ms. Zion let us take the SUV out to Houston for the day, as long as we came back before eight o'clock. It was just Vonna and I, enjoying the breeze traveling across our skin from the open sun roof.

"I'm sorry about last night," she apologized, turning down the radio. I nodded, my hand subconsciously moving to touch the ugly bruise underneath my long sleeves. "I shouldn't have done that. You gotta understand, I'm trying to get better, B. It's just...sometimes you do things that make me mad. Really mad. And it just gets me all worked up and then that ends up happening. You see where I'm coming from?"

"But I don't even understand what I did..."

"With time, you'll get it, B."

"Why do you keep going over to that girl's house?"

"It's nothing serious, Beatrix. Just some fun. We drink, we fuck, then I leave. If you're worried about STD's, she told me she's all clear, B," Vonna stated.

"Why am I not enough for you?"

Vonna turned in at a popular park in Houston.

"You're more than enough, she's just a break from you when you upset me. A fresh breath. Something new. I always come back to you though, don't I?" She held my chin, kissing my mouth softly. "That's something to be proud of. There's something in you I see that makes me feel it's worth it to have again."

But that's not something I'm proud of. That's not something that I want. I'm not here waiting for you; it was supposed to be you and me together. Forever.

Vonna could see the conflict in my eyes. "See, when you do stuff like this, you make me feel like I'm the bad guy, B. We both do the same shit to each other."

"I've never cheated," I pulled away from her grasp.

"This is the shit!" she screamed in my face. "I try to...take you somewhere niceee and apologize for my actions, even though you deserved every last hit, and yet here you are. Still fucking complaining."

"Is it so wrong for me to crave your loyalty? To not want you to lay your hands on me, V?" I shouted back.

Vonna sat back in her seat, chuckling to herself. I tensed up, thinking that she was going to hit me.

"If you want me to be this perfect girlfriend for you...for me not to be myself, then I'll do it for you. You've always been selfish, but damn-

"That is not me being selfish. That would be you finally being selfless."

"You sound stupid right now," she told me. "Don't act like you haven't played hard to get with me, or sent me messages talking about what you're gonna do to the girls I'm cheating with, or like you haven't flipped out on me too."

"Fuck you!" I turned to open my car door.

I can't do this anymore. I just can't!

"Wanna know a secret? Me and those girls laugh at those messages, B. Everybody at school- all our friends, all our peers all know you're a big joke. You just wanna cause scenes all day and complain; that makes our relationship look even worse."

"I hate you," I held back my tears.

Vonna locked my door and I tried to pull the little knob up. "We're enjoying today and I won't hear another peep out of you, B. I mean it," she ordered. "Who else do you think will want you the way I do? Who else at this school will wanna put up with your BS and your nagging?"

"I don't care if nobody else will!"

"You obviously don't care who I fuck. You never stop me," she laughed to herself.

I grabbed her arm, trying to twist it the way she does to me. She easily stopped my efforts, laughing again. "Look at you. You put your hands on me too. Don't act like this shit is one-sided, Beatrix."

"Stop fucking them! Stop fucking them!" I hit her again and again. Once she was tired of my
punches, she grabbed both of my arms and held them above my head. "You're doing too much, B. You don't really want me and it shows. How can I give you my loyalty when you haven't shown me that you deserve me, hmm?"

"I do deserve you. You don't deserve me," I sniffled.

"Mm mm. You got your mind fucked up. You don't deserve me at all, love."

"Why do you do this?" I pleaded.

She let go of my arms, and I rubbed them sorely.

"You bring this on yourself, B. You know I love you."