"I get that. I get that. Ella, I understand! Ella, just don't go then!" I screamed into the phone, getting more and more fustrated.
"I could too get a boyfriend!" I exclaimed when Ryan pulled the phone from my hand.
"Hey," He talked into the phone casually.
"Speaker!" I mouthed silently, and he flipped it to speaker.
I fumbled with my jacket, listening to Ella freak out.
"Who are you? Why do you have Mia's phone? Who are you!?"
"If you just calmed down, I'd tell you," Ryan laughed with his cocky attitude.
"K, talk!"
"I'm Ryan. I'm Maria's--"
I shrugged at him, not knowing what he was going for.
"Boyfriend," he decided, "I'm Maria's boyfriend, Ryan."
"Maria doesn't have a boyfriend."
"Well, you're talking to her boyfriend."
"Mia doesn't have one!"
"Wanna bet?"
"How long?"
"We just started going out."
"Today? Psh. She probably payed you to pretend."
"Back off, bitch. Maria doesn't need this."
"Who are you to say what Mia needs and doesn't need? I'm her best fricken friend."
"Because, I'm her therapist's son."
"No!" I exclaimed, flinging myself towards the phone.
I knocked it from his hand, but I lost my balance, and the phone shattered when it hit the tile floor. I landed on my stomach, and it hurt, bad. I felt tears flowing down my face. I couldn't tell if it was because I was in pain, the fact that my phone was broke, or worst of all, my 'best friend' knew everything.
"Ohmygod," Ryan gasped.
He knelt down on the ground next to me and started stroking my hair.
"Don't touch me."
"I thought we went over this. I thought you trusted me."
"I'm leaving."
I gathered up the pieces from my broken phone, and I grabbed my bag. Ryan tried to grab my arm, but he missed, and his hands grabbed my bag instead. He tugged on it, and it dropped to the ground. I heard the sound of something breaking, and I was too scared to turn around. It was my mug. I knew it.
"I am so sorry. I'll buy you a new phone, and a new, what is this, mug?"
"Ohmygod! Stop it! This was such a mistake! You're ruining my life!"
"Listen, I'm sorry, but you're freaking out over--"
"Shut up."
"Maria, I--"
"Shut up, Ryan. Shut up, shut up, shut up. I'm leaving."
"Please,"
"What?" I spun back around, angry.
"SIt," He pushed me into a chair, and I started to shake.
"I didn't mean to push you like that!"
"Sure you didn't,"
"Please!"
I stared up at him, tears dripping down my cheeks.
"I don't understand."
YOU ARE READING
My Therapist's Son,
RomanceWhen Maria meets Ryan, her therapist's son, she doesn't know how she feels about the kid. But as they spend more time together, she realizes that for the first time in her life, someone might actually love her. And it's scary, because she might actu...
