𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 ✔️

15

Ezra Luis Lorenze

"Who you gon invite to Miami? I already know I'm taking my shorty." Malik speaks as we're walking to the student parking lot with our bags. "Fosho my abuela.." I say.

"Dang trouble in paradise?" He chuckles, "been a week now. I think ima hit him up." Malik is the only person I tell about the shit between Aiden and I because he's the last person to judge me.

I've noticed that he's super loyal to his boyfriend too. I respect his behavior.

"Definitely should hit him up. Ion know how you do it. I can't go a day without kissing my baby." He says while shaking his head.

"Nah same and I also feel like I need him all the time or everything will just go out of control." I say.

"Elaborate." He stops infront of his car so I do the same. "It's just that he makes sure everything is in order all the time and to be honest I think I need that." I admit.

"Then tell him that." He throws his hands up like it's obvious. "I can't. I just told him that he can't always want to be in control." I say while shaking my head.

"I don't think you should rely on him this much but just tell him the truth." He shrugs. "You sure you wanna be a baller? Not a therapist?" I dap him up while laughing.

"Nah I love me some balls." With those words I just turn and go to my car while hearing him laugh.

I drive straight to our crib that I hadn't been to for a week now because I've been staying at my abuelas.

Continuing to pay for rent and and all the bills was not in question so when that day of the month hit I transferred the money and added a bit for him.

I use my keys to get inside. First I take my shoes off then I walk to where I hear repeated thuds. It's the knife he's cutting an onion with hitting the wooden cutting board on our counter.

He only looks sideways at me for a second and that's it. He's back to focusing on the onion he never stopped cutting.

I clear my throat and go to open a window because the onion smells pretty strong and I'm getting hot and nervous now that I'm here with him.

"I'm sorry." Is the first thing I know I have to say so that's what I prioritize in my words. "I was acting like an ass." I speak.

He still doesn't pay attention to me so I approach him to take the knife and put it to the side which he easily lets me do.

"I'm not asking you to accept my apology. I'm begging you." I get goosebumps when his brown eyes stare right into mine with nothing but what I can read as sadness.

"I genuinely believe there's something wrong with you. You can't send me money and hope for everything to go back to how it was. Now you're standing here pretending you didn't say the most hurtful shit ever, to me. That's not how shit works." He squints his eyes at me.

"What else do you want me to do?" I desperately throw my hands up. "Just accept for once that my opinion fucking matters. I don't want to be in a relationship with you anymore." His words punched me harder than Mike Tyson ever could.

I don't know if it's the onions or what he said, but my eyes are feeling watery so I look up and keep a straight face to keep my composure.

"I need you." I admit after sniffing and quickly wiping the fallen tear. "Well I don't need you." He crosses his arms over his chest.

"The shit I said was unacceptable but you can stop acting like a bitch now." I know I'm going into defense mode because I rather hurt his feelings and protect mine than have him talk down on me like this.

"You can not be serious right now." He tilts his head to the side with a frown on his face. "I want you to leave." He says.

"Or what?" I ask. Even if it's against his will I'll find a way to stay with him. As crazy as it sounds this boy has a hold on me I'll never understand.

"Or I'm leaving." He shrugs stepping back so I grab his hand. "Without you I can't fucking keep my life in control. College is just going shit. That's what you wanna hear right? That I need you to take control again and be in charge of everything." I disregard the second tear that slides down my face.

"Ezra. I can not say this enough. From the bottom of my heart. You can go ahead and fuck yourself." He snatches his hand away.

"You just wasted our time with that sentence." I sigh. "I'm the one wasting time? I literally just told you it's over and you're still here talking shit." He says in frustration.

Suddenly an unfamiliar wave of emotions hits me and I crumble inside as my body falls forward so that my elbows have to rest on the counter. "Don't leave me." I hide my face in my hands hoping it would keep the pain inside but my tears all find their way out.

With a sigh he then pulls my head into his chest. We don't say anything for a while which is probably the best for us. All that's heard are my sniffs which results in him handing me a tissue from the countertop.

"I'll work on myself. I swear I'll change. I'm begging you." I have never in my life been this vulnerable and I'm regretting this as it's happening.

"This is your last chance. Next time if I'm doing something you don't like, you can nicely let me know instead of slandering my character and being a bully about it." It's when I wipe my eyes that I see his red eyes and his scrunched eyebrows. He's crying too.

"Understood." I reply with a nod and hold onto him for dear life. "Good." He scratches my scalp softly, calming me down.

As crazy as it sounds.. I won't let him leave me.