Please, Stay

Decisions

There are two ways that the next two weeks can go. One way is that Wyatt will respect me enough to keep his relationship with Ivy out of my line of sight and hearing. Another way that this can go is that Wyatt can be a complete asshole about what happened between us and flaunt his relationship with Ivy in my face. 

All I have to do right now is figure out what to do. Figure out what I want to do.

My cell phone breaks me from my deep thoughts with it's annoying ringtone. I look at the caller I.D, checking to make sure that it wasn't Ivy before I answered it. "Hey," I say softly into the phone, answering my cousin's phone call. 

"So you're alive," came a voice I least expected to be on the other line. Ivy. "Mara," She says, clearly a little bit pissed about the fact that I had been screening her calls. 

"Oh, yeah, I'm alive," I mutter to the girl that I call my best friend. "Listen can I call you back? Like tomorrow?" I ask, "I'm trying to think some things through," I explain. It's not like I was lying to her. I really did have to think some things through, just I was using it was an excuse not to talk to her. 

"But you were going to make time to speak to Hazel? What's the difference in talking to me rather than her?" Ivy asks, maybe pissed off was an understatement. She was mad. "Why are you avoiding me?" Her voice suddenly calm, scaring me a little bit. I couldn't tell her that I was avoiding her because I was guilt ridden. I couldn't tell her I was avoiding her because seeing her reminded me of Wyatt choosing her over me. 

"I was going to tell Hazel that I couldn't talk," I say, only answering one of her two questions. "Listen I-" I cut myself off when I hear the doorbell go off. "I have to go. Someone is at the door."

"You never answered my-" I decided to hang up on her and turn off my cell phone. I place my phone on my nightstand, then left my room muttering an apology to Ivy. One that she couldn't thankfully hear. 

I make my way to the living room where the door was, and pulled it open. "Wha-what are you doing here?" I stutter out. I didn't want to see him. Not now, not ever actually. "Wyatt, what the hell are you doing here?" I say more confidently now, demanding an answer. 

"I needed to see you. I know I told you that I would leave you alone but when you left you were really upset," Wyatt spoke taking a step into my moms apartment. I took a step back. "How are you?" I take another step back, backing myself back to the wall on the left side of the door. I don't know how I'm suppose to react to him being in my home. 

"I've been better. Just give me time," I tell him, to me it was difficult being within the same proximity. "Just give me some time. I'll adapt, compartmentalize, and I'll do my best to forget whatever happened between us. Promise," I lie, my throat tightening up as I try and push through this conversation. 

"I'm sorry, that I hurt yu but if you were in my position you would understand," Wyatt reached his hand out, as if he were to touch me but decided against it. "I did love-"

"Don't!" I yell, suddenly putting my hands out as if to physically stop him. "You don't get to tell me that you love me." I finally had allowed myself to cry over what had happened between us. "You're not allowed to even show up at my house like this because right now. This is too much. Right now I'm lying to Ivy because I can't be around her without resenting her. I can't be around her without-" I nearly choke on my words. I know I looked like an emotional wreak, but at this moment in time. I didn't care. 

"Mara, you know," He was about to yell something at me but then suddenly his lips were pressed against mine. It took me a second to register what was happening, and when I did, I melted into his touch. I wrapped my arms around his neck as if I were on auto pilot. I pulled my body closer to his, not wanting this to end. His tongue begged for entrance into my mouth, and I complied without a second thought. When he pulled away I immediately missed his lips on mine. "I do love you Mara. I promise you, one day we will make this work."