Sunday
                              I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes. I squeezed them shut and yawned. I rubbed my eyes and remembered last night. We had fallen asleep talking about stupid and random subjects. It was a perfect way to end a great night spent with him.
                              I sat up and yawned. i then looked for Ryan. I soon noticed the murmuring that sounded far away and as if Ryan was on the phone. The front door quickly opened while I sat at the edge of the bed.
                              Ryan walked into the room. He had a stressed face on and it made me curious. He then saw me.
                              "hey" he sat on the other side of the bed to reach the nightstand and charge his phone "how'd you sleep?"
                              "good" I giggled "what about you? When did you wake up?"
                              "fine. I uhm.. I woke up about an hour ago. I just didn't want to wake you" the phone clicked and began charging.
                              His voice was emotionless and unusual.
                              "who was that on the phone?" I tried asking as casual as possible.
                              "nobody" he shrugged.
                              "What's up?"
                              His tone seemed distant and I was beginning to get curious.
                              "Nothing" he said flatly.
                              "if nothing is going on then why aren't you talking?" I mumbled.
                              "because I don't want to" he replied.
                              My eyebrows wrinkled. This was weird. This conversation. His actions.
                              I crawled over and sat right next to him "are you okay?"
                              "I'm fine, Kristen. It is nothing" he stood up and walked out of the room.
                              Now this was beginning to get frustrating, annoying and my curiosity booming up. He never calls me Kristen. I sat there alone and watched as he walked out. Should I follow him?
                              Let me just try again. Right? I got up and walked out of the room to follow him. We had such a great night, I wake up and now he is in this kind of pissy mood?
                              He was getting a glass of water. I leaned against the high bar counter. "what's wrong with you today?" I tried.
                              "nothing. Stop asking so many questions" he replied with a harsh tone.
                              "well sorry for trying to see why you are acting like a jerk" I said.
                              "can you just be quiet for a damn second?" he snapped.
                              Damn. I raised an eyebrow "alright" I huffed.
                              I walked towards the room. Now I was mad. Why was he like this?
                              I looked down and realized I was wearing one of his black shirts. I opened his drawer to get the gray sweats I always wore. I found them then put them on. I rolled the top of the sweats a few times then put on some socks cause I am definitely not leaving while wearing my dress and heels - it's too early and I'm too tired. I flipped my hair and made a bun at the top of my head. I then grabbed my clothes and clutch before walking out of the room. He stood there in the kitchen with a half empty glass of water in his right hand and held it up to his full pink lips. He examined me and put it down. I didn't even look at him while I walked to the door.
                              "where are you going?" he said in a rude tone .. adding to my reason to leave.
                              "home" I replied.
                              "why?" he said a bit louder than expected after he furrowed his eyebrows in an annoying manner.
                              "because you're being an asshole" I truthfully said while turning towards him.
                              "me being an asshole? maybe cause you are asking too many fuckin questions" he coldly responded.
                              I raised an eyebrow "we had a great night last night, I wake up alone, you come into the room and start being disrespectful and cussing at me for no reason. If you are not gonna even try to talk to me, then I'll just leave" I firmly said.
                              "Then go. leave" he replied to me.
                              I choked on my breath "what?"
                              "Leave"
                              "What is wrong with you?" I mumbled.
                              "What's wrong with me? I should be asking you that" he said coldly.
                              "What are you talking about?" I wrinkled my eyebrows.
                              "You think I don't figure things out. You think I am a fuckin dumbass don't you?" He snapped.
                              He has never cursed at me like this before. He has never been mad at me. What is he talking about.
                              "Don't talk to me that way" I replied "I don't think you're a dumbass and I am so confused right now"
                              "Don't act so innocent, Kristen. And I talk to you the way I wanna talk to you!" He said.
                              "what the hell is going on!?" I asked.
                              "I know, alright. I know that you kissed Jake!"
                              I flinched "what?"
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Jumping Bases ((EDITING))
Teen FictionKristen and Jake are two of a kind: bright students, devoted athletes, and respected by their peers and teachers. Everyone who knows them thinks they're meant to be together. She can't imagine a better boyfriend than Jake...until she meets Ryan. Jak...
 
                                               
                                                  