Leave it to Me (Mavin)

Chapter Forty-One: Fist Fights

Life really sucked.
It was as if Michael and I swapped roles. Instead of me constantly ignoring Michael, he was constantly ignoring me. I would reach out to him in every possible way but he would immediately ignore my efforts.
Oh... Like right now for example.
I walked in the AH office, automatically seeing Michael groan and get up, pushing past me. I watched him leave, feeling like he was leaving me at the restaurant all over again.
Geoff gave me a slightly sympathetic look, even though he didn't feel completely horrible for me. I mean, he felt bad of course, but he told me that it was honestly what I deserved, even if I didn't mean to sleep with Darin. I didn't object. I deserved every glare, huff and ignorant gesture I got.
I sat down at my desk, feeling a fresh wave of tears push at my eyes. I willed myself not to cry. I couldn't show weakness cause then Michael could use it against me somehow.
"You okay, Gav?" Geoff asked me, moving closer.
That set me over the edge. The cool I was keeping was immediately disrupted with Geoff's few simple words. Tears dripped down my face and onto my desk. I let out a quiet sob and shook my head to Geoff's question.
"It's been two weeks and he's no where near trusting me again," I cried out. Geoff sighed and nodded, patting my shoulder.
"Gav, I told you it wasn't gonna be easy. Michael's a very uptight guy. It could take years for him to actually trust you again," Geoff told me.
"I have a month, Geoff!" I wailed out.
"Then you're screwed, I guess," Geoff said plainly.
I immediately laid my head on my desk and sobbed out. Geoff sighed and rubbed my back gently, trying to get me to calm down.
"Hey, I forgot my phone-," A voice said. I slowly pulled my head up to look at my once fiancé.
"Really?" He asked me.
I was shocked. He actually talked to me without me starting a conversation. Maybe this was a good thing.
"You're really crying? How old are you?" Michael growled.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, hearing my voice crack.
"What the fuck are you even crying over? Cause I won't take you back? I didn't cry when I found out you cheated on me," Michael told me, crossing his arms and giving me a challenging look.
"Mi-," Jack started to say however Geoff hushed him.
"This is the first time they're talking in two weeks. Let them get their problems in the air," Geoff whispered to him, almost inaudibly.
"Yeah, but you got angry. You and I react to things differently," I protested, feeling trapped.
"Gav, if anyone should be upset and depressed, its me. I was the one that got cheated on. You should be just fine. But no, you've always had to be the center of attention, didn't you?" Michael growled. Immediately my sadness turned to rage at his words.
"Excuse me?" I growled, standing up.
"You heard me. I bet this is all a show so you get people on your side and make me look like the bad guy, even though I'm technically the victim. You've always done shit like that, Gav," Michael retorted, clutching his fist.
"That is not true! I've never done anything like that before!" I growled. "And you cheated on me first you know."
"I did not cheat on you! Lindsay kissed me, I didn't kiss her back. And it's not like I was out fucking another guy!" Michael screamed at me.
"I hate you! I can't stand you anymore!" I screamed back. I noticed the guys getting uneasy.
"That makes two of us then," Michael muttered.
I could hold back anymore. I was defiantly gonna regret this, but I was too angry to really give a fuck.
I lashed out a fist at Michael's cheek. I felt my fist crack against his cheek and he stepped back. When he looked up his eyes were alight with rage and I immediately knew I made a mistake.
Michael grabbed my wrist and twisted it behind my back. I cried out in pain, feeling him kick the back of my knees so I fell. Michael crouched over me and I felt my mind screaming at me to defend myself.
So I bit him.
I clasped down on his wrist and bit down hard. I tasted the metallic flavor of blood and Michael tore his wrist from my mouth. He shoved me down completely, making my nose crack against the floor. Pain instantly shot up through it and I felt as though I had broken it again.
Finally, the other guys stepped in and pulled us apart. Jack and Ryan grabbed Michael and held him back whilst Jesse and Geoff picked me up and held me back.
"Stop it! What the fuck are you guys doing!" The guys shouted at us.
I didn't hear them though. Right now, all I was thinking was how badly I hurt Michael. It wouldn't be that bad in someone else's eyes but the fact that I inflicted that type of pain on him made it ten times worse in my eyes. And the way Michael was looking at me, I knew he felt the same.
"Come on," Geoff ordered us, leading us out of the AH office and to the bathroom.
Once we were in there, the others began cleaning out our wounds and such. I gasped in pain when they touched my nose though, which resulted in them quickly setting my nose back in place. It hurt like hell but I knew they had to do it for it to heal.
"Okay, we're gonna go get some ice and maybe call a doctor. Please don't kill each other while we're gone," Geoff announced. They left after, leaving Michael and I alone in the bathroom.
It was slightly awkward. I was positive we both wanted to say something, but neither of us wanted to start it.
"Hey," We said in unison.
"You first," I muttered, wincing when I felt pain shoot through my nose again.
"Did I really break your nose?" Michael asked me. I nodded slowly, making his cheeks flush red in embarrassment.
"I really tried not to shove you down too hard... Then I forgot I had your hands behind your back and you wouldn't be able to catch yourself. Is it bad?" He asked me, concern dripping from his words.
"It just hurts. It's defiantly not as bad as the last one I had. That one was horrible," I told him, smiling the tiniest bit.
"Oh yeah... The break that permanently fucked up your nose, right?" Michael joked. I smirked and nodded slightly.
"It did though," I told him quietly, knowing he wasn't believing it for a second. "Anyway, how's your cheek... And your wrist?"
"Painful, but minor. I've gotten worse than this. I didn't expect you to bite me though. Kind of a savage move," He told me, rubbing the part I bit down on.
"Yeah... My fighting styles pretty weak," I muttered.
"Yeah, it is," Michael smirked at me.
I smiled back. This was nice. We were talking. We weren't ignoring each other. We weren't screaming at each other. We weren't trying to kill each other. We were just talking.
"Hey, Gav... Why did you cheat on me?" Michael asked me, looking down.
I almost burst into tears with the progress we were making, and this quickly too. He was actually gonna let me explain myself.
"Well, I was scared, Michael. Really, really scared. Fear makes people do stupid things, I think you know that about me by now," I told him.
"If you were so scared, why didn't you tell me?" He asked me, finally looking up and meeting my gaze.
"I don't know. I think I thought it was something I couldn't talk to you about. Like, I knew I wanted to marry you, I just didn't think it'd be for a while. Things were just going too quickly for me," I told him.
"If they were going to quickly why didn't you talk to me. I would've happily slowed down," Michael told me.
"Cause... I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that I'm almost thirty. Like, by the time my parents were thirty they had already gotten married, had two kids who were eight years old, and accomplished more things then I could ever dream of. Like, the children are supposed to be better than the parents, and I'm already falling behind," I explained.
Michael nodded and looked back down, sighing. I sighed too, and moved a little closer to him, enough to show that I was closer, but not enough to seem like I was trying to do anything.
"I get what you mean. My parents got married when they were eighteen, so I'm about ten years off by now," Michael smirked. I giggled a little bit, trying to imagine Michael being married at eighteen.
"This got really out of hand... Didn't it?" Michael asked me.
"Yeah, it did," I responded, looking down.
"Hey... Gavin?" Michael started.
"Yeah?" I said, looking up at him.
"I still really love you," Michael told me. I blushed and smiled.
"I still really love you too," I told him. Michael took a deep breath before starting again.
"I still want to get married, but I don't know if it's the best thing for us now. I mean... I can't trust you, and you probably can't trust me. I don't think we'll be able to fix those issues in a month," Michael said.
"What if I said I'll work to get your trust back everyday?" I asked him.
"Gav..." Michael said, looking down.
"Please, Michael. I really want to get married too. I'm ready now. I don't think I can wait a few more years to get married. I promise I will spend every waking moment of my life trying to gain your trust back, no matter how long it takes," I told him, almost begging him.
Michael sat there for a moment, as if pondering over his decision. I silently prayed he would agree with me. I really didn't want to lose him again.
"Okay, Gav. Okay... Just... Don't expect me to be all warm to you immediately though. And... I think you should stay at Geoff's for a little longer. And give me some space when it's clear I need it," He told me. I immediately nodded, jumping up and smiling.
"Of course, Michael!" I yelped happily.
I dove in for a hug, feeling him tense almost immediately. I pulled away gently, seeing him act a little nervous. However, he sighed, relaxed, and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me gently.
The others walked in, seeing us hugging. Geoff smirked, muttering a quiet 'I told you so' to the others. The others rolled their eyes and walked towards us, handing us little bags of ice.
"So, I guess you two are cool?" Geoff asked.
"Yeah," I said, still feeling Michael's arm wrapped around me.
"That's good. At least you two are friends again," Jack said.
"Please Jack, we're still gonna get married. Just... It'll take some time," I told them, giving Michael a quick glance. The others looked shocked for a moment but smiled, saying that they were happy we could resolve the conflict without actually killing each other.
As the guys filed out of the room, leaving Michael and I as the last to follow, I felt Michael grab my hand and pull me back slightly. He immediately kissed my cheek, careful not to touch my nose. I looked up at the mirror, admiring how adorable we looked, as a couple.
The way it's supposed to be.
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Important AN!
Let's be honest... If resolving conflicts could be like this... I'd get into more problems.
Anyway, let me know what you think! I'd really appreciate some feedback. It means a lot when I see someone commented.
Also, getting into more pressing topics, the end is near. As in, the final chapter is coming pretty quick. I'm thinking about having the wedding chapter be two or three chapters long (just for fun) so yeah. Let me know if you want a sequel as well. To be honest, I don't what I'm gonna do for a sequel so if you want one you're gonna need to leave suggestions.
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