--Promise Me You'll Never Feel Afraid--(Synyster Gates)

Chapter 14- My Boyfriend's a Drama Queen.

Chapter 14- My boyfriend’s a Drama Queen.

Ever since my little run in with Taylor at the mall, I can’t help but wonder what the hell she meant by ‘Game on’. It’s been almost a week and nothing’s happened…

I’m pretty sure she’s all talk.

I mean, if she meant it…wouldn’t she have done something by now?

I’m glad she hasn’t though, because I really don’t feel like having to fight some psychotic bitch, for my boyfriend.

Or has she, and I just don’t know it yet? I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let her get me all worked up, but there’s just something about the way that she threatened me, that made me believe her.

I’m not one to back down from a fight though.

“Babe, is something wrong? You’ve been zoned out all night. You missed about half of the movie so far…What’s bothering you?” Bri asked me, as he paused the movie we were currently watching in his living room.

I don’t want to tell him about my run in with Taylor. I don’t want him to worry about it, and I definitely don’t need him to try and fight my battles for me.

I can handle my own.

“Um, yeah. Everything’s fine…I’m just…tired.” I said, smiling at him slightly. Hopefully he believed that. He just looked at me funny.

“I don’t believe you. You took a 3 hour nap earlier after we did the horizontal mambo.”

Well dang.

“But baby! That’s why I AM tired. You wore me out, stud!” I laughed at him. Maybe the ego boost would keep him from pushing the subject.

“Very true.” He smirked, slightly. Though it wasn’t his ‘Happy/Cocky’, Brian smirk.

He paused for a minute, before continuing with was obviously on him mind.

“You lie worth shit. No doubt I wore you out earlier, but I don’t believe that you’re still tired. I’m not gonna try to force it out of you…I shouldn’t have to. I’d just like to know what the fuck is going on with my girlfriend. She’s been acting a little off for the past few days.” He snapped, and frowned at me.

Ok, I’m not really liking his attitude. I have a feeling this is gonna go downhill fast…

“What the fuck crawled up your ass and died?” I snapped back at him, which earned me a glare.

“Sorry for being fucking concerned with the fact that my girlfriend is hiding something from me.” His voice rising as he spoke.

“Well, you could be a little less pissy sounding when you are trying to be ‘concerned’.” I glared back at him, making air quote when I said, concerned.

“That’s not the fucking point, Chyanne! You’re lying to me, and I don’t fucking like it!!” He flat out yelled at me.

“FOR ONE, I’M NOT LYING TO YOU!! Ok, You want to know ‘What the fuck’ has been bothering me!? HUH?” I screamed, jumping up from the couch, and stepping towards him.

“Yes, enlighten me.” The taunting voice he had, pissed me off even further.

“I could fucking hit you right now, you know.” I said, rolling my eyes at him.

He just ignored me.

“I was visited by someone at the mall the other day.”

“You’ve been acting like this because you ran into someone at the mall?” He asked disbelievingly.

“Let me finish, asshole! It was Taylor! The crazy bitch shoved me down a dark hallway, and proceeded to tell me that you were only will me out of pity, and that you two were only on a break, blah, blah, blah… And shit like that. I refused to back down, and she was all like, ‘Game on, bitch. Game on’. It’s been like a week, and I can’t help but think if she’s all talk, or if she’s just waiting for the right moment to strike.” I was breathing heavily by this time.

He was just looking at the wall behind me, jaw set hard. He looked pissed…and personally, I don’t ever want to be on the receiving end of his anger…

“Why the fuck would you not tell me this shit, Chyanne?!” He yelled.

Well, I guess I will be at the receiving end of it…

“I didn’t want you to worry about it, Brian!!”

He chuckled darkly. “Didn’t want me to worry about it…This bitch has ruined every one of my relationships in the past, and you don’t want me to worry about it. That’s fucking priceless.”

“You know what! I don’t need this, for fucks sake, Brian! I’m sorry I didn’t want you to have to worry about that crazy twit trying to weasel her way in. AGAIN!” I said, yanking my stuff from the couch and heading towards the door.

“Where the hell are you going?!” He asked, his voice changing from angry, to confused in a matter of .02 seconds.

“HOME!” I screamed, and slammed his front door, leaving him standing in his living room, dumbfounded.

I started off angrily towards my truck. How the fuck could he attack me like that? I just didn’t want him to worry…

“Chyanne!” Brian yelled, coming after me. I just started walking faster to my truck.

“Chyanne, Babe! I’ll take care of her! I swear!!”

I spun around quicker than he was expecting me to.

“Damn It, Brian! You don’t get it!! You can’t fight my battles for me! I understand your want to, but, you can’t. That’s another reason why I didn’t want to tell you! And I definitely don’t need you yelling at ME!” I was so angry, I was crying.

“Babe! This is a big fucking deal, and you’re acting like it’s nothing!” He screamed back at me.

“NO! I’m not!! This whore needs to be kept on a fucking leash! And just yelling her isn’t gonna get the job done, Brian!! You see how much that’s worked in the past!” I was fuming, as I turned and stalked off towards my truck. This time, he didn’t follow me.

I backed out, and headed back to Matt and Layken’s house.

I keep replaying the argument over and over in my head…

Did I over react?

Maybe in some sense I did, but so did he…

He didn’t need to start screaming at me, I was trying to keep him from worrying about it…

But maybe I should have told him about it as soon as it happened…

Damn, our first fight, was a pretty big one…

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Ok, so Chyanne and Brian had their first fight…dun, dun, duuuuun!

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