Jump. //Jai Courtney Fanfiction

forty-one

Jai

March 18th:

"Oh that is bullshit Jai. I have been talking about this for weeks! I even fucking reminded you last night! What the hell?" Ayla snapped at me after barreling into the front door.

I had completely forgotten about a dinner event that she had tonight - where I was supposed to be. I was supposed to meet her at 5, but instead, I was at the gym. It was Trevor's first day back. I really fucked up.

She texted me and since my phone was not directly on me, I got a whirl of mean messages. Deserving, to say the least.

"Babe, I'm so sorry. I thought it was next week, I-"

"Next week?! Jai, again, I mentioned it last night! For the 20th fucking time!" She frustratingly grunted before turning around and heading into the living room.

She was fuming and of all the times I've seen her angry, this was a little shocking. Not to mention, she was taking this anger out on me. Damn, I screwed up.

Ayla angrily kicked her shoes off as she stormed away and I felt like an absolute asshole. How in the hell could I forget something that she had told me? She's right. She did mention it a lot. But I fucked up. It never stuck in my brain.

It wouldn't be such a huge deal or get to me as much to see her like this, except it's happened many times in the past week. Since right before my birthday she's been hostile. No real reason. At least I don't think so. She always talks to me about work, so if there is a problem there I usually know about it. But that's not it. She hasn't really talked too much about work. She's been a little stressed and I can't figure out why. Attempting to poke the bear might not be the best idea, especially seeing her burst through the door like this.

In my slightly younger years I would have carelessly and immaturely attributed this behavior to PMS. But I know how that would turn out and anyway, after being together for nearly three years, I have never seen her act anything but overly emotional during that time of the month.

Oh, who the hell am I kidding? She's been a little on edge for longer. Right before she cut her hair, it seemed she was going through some kind of phase. A phase that I was unfamiliar with, but thanks to a small conversation with my mum, one that is not uncommon. A woman that has been busy with not only a new job but wedding planning, then all of a sudden everything is over and normalcy sets in? It's no wonder she was yearning for a change.

"Love, please, I don't know what to say to tell you I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Whatever. It's fine," her tone was flat as she turned and started heading up the stairs. "It was boring anyway."

That wasn't a response I expected to come out of her mouth, especially after I admittedly screwed up. I needed to figure out how to make it up to her. And fast.

"Ayla, you deserve to be mad at me about this. I'm a shit," my face was riddled with distraught. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

She sighed and turned to face me after she made it to our room, me following her like a child. Her face was still a hint of red and it was obvious that her blood was still boiling over this.

"Jai, I'm just pissed because I told you about this. Many times. It was a boring event, sure, but it could have been better if you were there," her eyes scowled at me. "Luckily no one asked me where you were, or that would have embarassing."

Standing there in my gym clothes, I felt like an idiot. Maybe if I would have missed this thing because of something important or halfway interesting would have prevented her from blowing up at me when she walked in the door. But it was painfully obvious where I was and it was not a good excuse.