Loving Cross

22.

*Anson's POV*

Well, the first day at school with a boyfriend was interesting to say the least.

And by interesting, I mean that I have been avoiding Garrett like the plague because apparently 'he's looking for me' because he 'needs to talk to me.' Which in Garrett speak, he wants to know what the hell I'm doing with Cash still.

And I almost, ALMOST made out scott free, until I was walking to my truck after last period to go to the gym, alone might I add because Piper is sick, to find Garrett propped up against my bed.

I shook my head and unlocked my truck. "What do you want?"

"I've been trying to talk to you all day." He got off my truck as I opened my back door.

"There's nothing to talk about." I tossed my bag up in to the truck.

"How about Harvey seeing you making out with Cash on the beach Saturday?" He crossed his arms.

"I've been making out with Cash for weeks." I nodded. "I'm also allowed to. You and I aren't together, we never were, so you can go."

"We were together Anson!"

"We were not. If we were together you were the worst boyfriend on the face of the planet. Lucky I don't have to worry about that anymore." I shook my head.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean. You two aren't actually dating now, are you?"

I slammed my back door shut and just stared at him. "I really don't see how my relationship is any of your business."

"Relationship! Anson you've got to be kidding me!" He yelled.

"Garrett I have to get to the gym. And you have practice." I rolled my eyes.

"Your dad wouldn't let you go out with me, but you can date Miketish and shove your tongue down his throat?"

"And I'm sure you can find someone to do the same thing with." I nodded and opened my truck door. "You done?"

"No! Fuck no!" He yelled.

I rolled my eyes and started getting in my truck.

And then he grabbed my wrist. "Anson you're not leaving until you fucking talk to me. 3 months, for what! A bullshit fight and you find someone the next day!" He yelled.

The next thing I know, I'm being lifted up in to my seat, and a tall blonde guy with shaggy hair standing in front of me holding one of my hands beside him.

And THIS, is what I was trying to avoid.

"Did you just put your hands on my girlfriend?" Cash pursed his lips.

"I would never in my life hit her." Garrett glared.

"Oh no, I didn't ask if you hit her. If you hit her she would've already laid your ass out. I asked you, if you put your hands on my girlfriend." Cash nodded.

"You're throwing that word girlfriend out there quite a bit." Garrett crossed his arms.

"Because that's exactly what she is. Anson are you not?" He turned and looked at me.

"I am." I squeezed his hand.

"Which means, your ass can get going." He shooed Garrett with his other hand.

"Make me bitch." Garrett nodded.

"You really think you're worth my time to make you do anything." Cash shook his head.

"Apparently my sloppy seconds is worth your time. " Garrett shrugged.

"Excuse me?" I looked at Garrett.