P S Y C H E

Chapter Five

Jaeden

I would have walked over to my car and got inside. Ana was pissed at me for today wondering why I didn't hit Mia back for her? Do I look like the type of guy to hit women? My morals and standards may be low but, I would never touch a women without her consent. Ana hated her.
I never could figure out why Mia wasn't threatening. Something I noticed about her was the fact that she was like a kitten with it's chest puffed out, thinking she was tough. It was honestly adorable to watch.
    I don't know why Mia was alone. She was an amazing girl but, she was so closed off.
She could be so popular. Especially considering her natural beauty. That's something that does not happen a lot in Colorado. All these girls have ginormous eyelashes and honestly, they are so big I can barely see their natural eye color. Then again most of them wore colored contacts.
    Mia's eyes however were this green that was like looking into the forest during sunrise. Well, one of them was. Another was a brown so light it reminded me of carmel when it faced the sun light but that night, by the lake, it was as dark as chocolate. Anyways moral of the story, she was breath taking. I wish Ana was more like her. Ana didn't need makeup until she started wearing it.
Then, she started getting acne and it was causing her skin to dry out. She blamed it on me but I told her she didn't need it. She did it to feel better about herself, thinking I liked it. I sat her down and let her know that she was beautiful without it.
Then we had some nice sex. Honestly, that was like the last time the sex was good.
    Girls were more then that, I know. But it's all she ever wants. It's always after every argument she'll show up on my front door step and practically beg me to pound her so she can forget about how badly she treated me during the fight. Her love language was physical touch but, I hated it. She and I had broken up after a week of dating Freshman year because she hugged me and I was way to uncomfortable with it. Women touching me was something I didn't like unless it came down to sex.
    Sex was the only thing I was good for.
   
As I made my way home, my phone continuously blew up. I knew who it was too but, I needed to eat before I went to work tonight. You can't fight on an empty stomach.
Tony got out two periods earlier then I did because he was a smart motherfucker and took classes in the morning to get them out of the way. I should have done that to avoid Ana.
However, I did not unfortunately. So, I prayed he had started on dinner because mans is like an old motherfucker and went to sleep pretty early.
    It was currently three in the afternoon when I finally walked into the house.
Believe me when I say, that is the biggest pain in the ass anyone in that category shows up at your house at four in the morning.
Now don't get me wrong, I don't sleep but I'm not getting out of my room to give you more drugs. That wasn't my job. That was Miles's job and he was asleep most of the time and no way in hell am I waking him up. So please, fuck off.
I would turn the corner to see Tony in the kitchen getting on with his mom duties. It made me smirk. "You look great in the kitchen, Ms.Petrov." He then turned to face me. "The urge to throw this boiling hot water on you is very strong."
I just laughed. He hated when we made fun of him but, he was the mom of the group. I went to my bedroom.

We had cleaned all of our own rooms separately. We had to if we wanted to impress our women. Honestly being single didn't seem bad now. I've been thinking of calling things off with Ana because recently, my feelings for her and her toxicity was just declining and declining and it was an emotional roller coaster.
I wanted a girl who was chill and didn't find every little thing to argue about.
Once I took off my Jordans, I walked over to the kitchen and started making my plate. Tonight he had made his famous pasta and it made me happy. He was Russian but mans cooked like an Italian some days. At least when it came to pasta.
He claims to enjoy cooking but bitches when it comes to cleaning. I tried to help him, I swear but it needs to be absolute fucking spotless.
So, I let him take over. I clean to an extent but it's not sparkly like the Fairy Godmother.
As I sat down and looked over at Tony who was staring at me like I just snorted coke off his grandmothers breasts, I raise my eyebrows and say "What?" He just looked me up and down before sitting down next to me. "So... what's going on with you and Mia?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes. "Absolutely nothing." I explained to him. He looked at me and shook his head. "Didn't seem like nothing to me the other night at the park. You literally took her into a forest and you're telling me you guys didn't do anything?"
I nodded. "...She didn't even talk to me much." Tony bursted out laughing. I hit him in his arm. "The famous player couldn't pick up a girl for once in his life. That's fucking iconic. I need to meet her."
I would just roll my eyes and take my plate, shoving some more food in my mouth with my fork. God, it was so hard to be mad at him when he cooked like this. "If she'd talk to you." He chuckled to himself. "Oh I can get her to talk."
He then got up and walked over to the kitchen again to make his food and start cleaning. "You're forgetting who I am man."
"Yeah I thought I knew who I was until I met her too. She made me question literally everything about myself. Like she looked at me as if I had the worst hygiene possible. Have you not seen my skin care routine, Tony. It's fucking flawless. That's why these bitches love me. So, I'm highly offended right now. What she does is a fucking art form and I can't figure her out. It pisses me off."
He looked at me. "Leave it to the experts aka me. Speaking of, what the fuck is going on with you and Ana? You aren't one to cheat so, I was surprised you left her stranded at the park to go hang out with Mia."

"Honestly man, I wish I knew but I don't. She's so hot and cold. Ever since last night our entire conversation has been about Mia and I explained it to a thousand times. She claimed I was fucking her behind her back but Mia won't even let me touch her. If I poked her, she'd probably chop my finger off. It's a harsh reality check bro."Tony looked at me. "Well, what'd Ana say then?"