To Keep From Getting Burned (Sitkolson Sequel)

22|The Ugly Truth has a Model Face.

(A/N: Damn Josh is sexy in this gif... actually in all gifs because dayyuummmm... ENJOY!!!)

Music: Headstrong (by Trapt)

Airplanes (Covered by The Ready Set)

*Josh's POV*

I reluctantly chose to go home later that night. Not that i minded going home, because i desperately needed some sleep and some time to rest and think to myself. But on the other hand, I was scared of my own thoughts that tortured me when i was alone. I wasn't yet ready to face Ryan-Ashley yet, but i was thinking about calling her in the morning. I figured i could at least listen to her side of the story and then decide whether it was bullshit or not.

But there was still one thing that didn't sit right with me. Why did the name Kuza sound familiar to me. Earlier, when Ricky got off the phone and nearly jumped with joy, bragging with an 'i-told-you-so' tone that he wasn't the father, he mentioned the name 'Kuza'. He said that the biological father was some guy names 'Michael Kuza', and i swear I've heard that name before.

Climbing into my bed and collapsing into the soft mattress, only then did i realize how tired and worn out i really was. I fell asleep nearly immediately, only to be awoken the next morning by the ringing of my cell phone. After about three or four rings because i was lazy, i answered it with a groggy "Hello?"

"Josh, i'm so sorry..." I heard the remorseful tone of my girlfriend. I was still mad at her, but technically we were still dating. I didn't reply anything, only sighed so she knew i was still there and hadn't hung up, which i was considering right about now. "You have to believe me when i say, Mike is just a friend." How could i believe her? I'm sure if she saw me sneaking in with another girl, she'd have flipped too. She's just lucky that i didn't punch the guy straight in the face. I mean, i would have if i wasn't coughing up blood and doubled over in pain as i dry heaved.

"Mike is just a friend." I mimicked and rolled my eyes, although she couldn't see me. "I've heard it all before... look, i'm not talking about this over the phone. If you want to give me your fake excuse, then come over." I finished talking an hung up the phone. I didn't want to talk to her like this over the phone because for all i know, she could be laying next to this mike guy in his bed, giving me spoon fed answers that he's telling her to say. I hated not being able to trust her, but trust is such a fragile thing and once you break it, you can rarely put it back together.

As i expected, about ten minutes later, i heard a knock at my door. I took my time making my way to the door and unlocking it then yanking it open forcefully. "Josh..." She begged a few seconds after i stared at her in silence.

"Stop saying my name like that." I scolded and stood at the door so she knew she wasn't welcome inside.

"Please, i know you're mad at me, but Mike is just a friend." She tried to sound convincing, but i knew it was all just an act.

"If he was just a friend then why did you have to sneak him into my house when you thought i was gone? If he was just a friend then why were you holding hands?!" I was getting angrier and angrier as this conversation progressed. "If you didn't want to be together anymore, you should have just told me. Ryan Ashley raked her hand through her dyed grey and black hair.

"I do want to be with you, it's just i was frustrated that you couldn't have kids so i went to Kuza to talk-" She started to explain.

"Woah, woah, woah... Kuza?" It all made sense now. I knew that name sounded familiar. Once in a while i would hear Ryan Ashley talking about her friend at the tattoo shop named Mike Kuza. I didn't think much of it then, because ya know, whatever it's her friend. But now all of this just struck my in the heart. "Do you know what he's done in the past?" I grabbed her wrist because she wasn't looking at me. Her eyes were wandering to the floor, probably in shame that i caught her with him. But that's not what i was worried about right now.

"Ow." She winced when my hand clasped around her pale wrists. Her pale wrists that i now noticed were adorned with purplish bruises that bloomed on her skin.

"What the hell is that?" I tried to keep my voice down so i didn't alarm the neighbors of our argument. She didn't answer. "He did that, didn't he?" I growled.

"He was just drunk and grabbed me accidentally! They don't hurt, i'm fine." She lied, because once i let go of her arms, she rubbed the bruises immediately to relieve the brief pain.

"Ryan, He hurt you! you think i'm just going to let him get away with that? You should have told me!" Instead of focusing all my anger on her, i should have taken it out on him, because it was really only his fault. He hurt her, and it was not my duty to hurt him back. No one touches my girl.

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I'm still kind of obsessing over this gif tho lol and warped tour obviously because it's like 11 days away for me... what about you guys?

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