Him:
"You're crazy." Maya replies. "I'm going to walk, like I always do."
I have no idea what I did to anger her like that, maybe I shouldn't have intervened, but I could not stand back as he touched her.
Saying that I'm her boyfriend might've been the stupidest thing I've ever said, at least it worked though. God, I would have loved to break that asshole's nose.
There is no way in hell that I'm letting Maya walk home alone, that weirdo might still be around waiting for a time to strike again. Not on my watch.
It took all of my self control to keep my hands off of that cabrón. I'm not the aggressive type, but when I saw his hands on Maya, I just couldn't stop myself. Was it wrong to defend her?
"It's just five minutes on my bike, don't you think you can handle it?" I ask.
There is no verbal reply from her, she just starts walking faster. Damn it. She leaves me with no choice then. I walk quickly across the parking lot to where my bike is parked, I get on and I turn on the engine.
I follow behind her, my bike roaring as I drive, never getting closer than five meters from Maya. For the whole time, I hear her murmuring words to herself that go along the lines of "jerk", "stupid" and "idiot". I'm sure that all of them are aimed at me.
She walks a bit further, and I follow behind, until Maya starts to slow down her pace, allowing me to get next to her and have a better view of the side of her face. Despite her fierce attitude, she looks quite sad.
I notice that she is also rubbing her arm, that scum bag might've left a bruise or a scratch. I should have intervened sooner. God, I feel like an idiot.
"Dylan is my ex boyfriend, by the way." Maya breaks the silence. "We dated a few months ago."
She doesn't look at me when she talks and, for once, I appreciate it. If she did, she might see the pang of jealousy that strikes me when she mentions her past relationship.
"And I'm guessing you two didn't split up on good terms?"
For the first time today, she actually looks at me and my whole body stops functioning. I compose myself as fast as I can and hope that she doesn't realize the effect that she has on me.
"Obviously." Maya replies.
"How long ago was it?" I blurt out, and I curse to myself for the fact that I can't seem to stop myself from sounding jealous.
"Does it matter?"
"Of course it does." I reply. "I want to know how much time you wasted with that asshole."
"Six months." She finally answers after a long sigh.
Six months? That's a long time to be with a dickhead like him. The thought of Maya being intimate with someone else makes me physically sick.
"Why were you with him?" I ask, hoping it doesn't sound too bitter.
I don't know where this questions are coming from, but I need to know. I need to know why a girl like her would spend so long with that idiot. Why wouldn't she try to be with someone who doesn't treat like a piece of meat? Someone like me.
"I loved him." Maya replies.
Mierda, how can a simple sentence hurt so much? A wave of pain goes through my body as I take in the fact that she actually loved that bastard. I grip the handles of my bike so hard that my knuckles turn white.
"So..." I manage to say after a few seconds of awkward silence. "What happened? Why did you break up?"
"You're asking too much, creeper."
"You're still being difficult." I mutter. "Just answer the question."
"Why would I tell you?"
"Because I want to know why someone like you dated someone like him for six months." I say bluntly. God damn it, why am I so jealous about this? "Just... tell me."
"He hurt me, I left." She says. My hands tighten again in anger, my muscles tensing at her response.
"He... hurt you?" I ask, though it sounds more like a statement, and I'm suddenly hit with the urge to cut off every single one of his fingers so that he can never touch her again. Parezco un maldito psicópata.
"Yep." Maya replies. "Happy now?"
"No, I'm goddamn pissed." I bite out.
"God, it's impossible to make you happy." She says as she rolls her eyes.
If you smiled at me I would die the happiest man on earth.
"Joder, Maya. How could I be happy when you're acting like a damn brat?" I snap, my hands still gripping the handles so tightly I'm surprised I haven't snapped it in half yet. "And I still can't believe that you would date someone like him."
"It is what is is" She replies. "As Stephen Chbosky once said, we accept the love we think we deserve." She adds. And I want to ask her why she thinks that she deserves to be treated like that.
"How... how did he hurt you?" I ask, biting my tongue to make sure I don't sound too emotional.
"That's my house." Maya says as she points to a building a few blocks down the street. "Thanks for the chitchat." She starts to walk away before I can even process what she's saying. "Oh, and I'm still mad at you for saying that you're my boyfriend. I didn't need you to save me."
"No seas estúpida. What was I supposed to do? Stand back and watch that shithead put his hands on you?" My words come out more harsh than I intended.
"Exactly, I'm so glad we're on the same page now. I'll see you tomorrow."
That's the last thing she says before she unlocks the door and get into her apartment building. I'm not happy with how our talk ended, but she is too damn stubborn to maintain an adult conversation with.
"Damn it." I mutter under my breath, before I rev my bike and start the ride back home.
~Hey besties, I hope you're having an amazing day. Thank you for your time <3
