All About The Girl || rsl & r5

10

Madison's POV

Overwhelmed.

That was the word I would use to describe how I was feeling in this moment. An overload of emotions was pouring over me like a truck pouring cement on a sidewalk. I wasn't even sure how deal with them, having never been in this position before. I wasn't sure weather to punch something or curl up in bed with a tub of ice cream and a crappy movie.

Ross watched me with worried eyes from his spot on the bed as I paced. My heart was beating erratically beneath my ribs, and my fingers trembled. I wasn't sure whether to be angry or not over the fact that Ross had basically threatened Shawn, getting in some punches to prove his point.

Shawn.

With his mesmerizing eyes and sweet smile, I had never expected him to be a cheater. Guess he wanted to hide that part of him from me.

"Talk to me, Mads." Ross murmured after a while. My pacing had come to an end, and I lowered myself onto my bed, clutching my pillow against my chest. The question that spilled out of his mouth next was hesitant, as if he were afraid to utter those few words. "A-Are you mad at me?"

"I don't know what I am right now." I sighed, wiping a rogue tear that slipped out of my eye and rolled down my cheek.

He placed his hand on my knee, giving it a squeeze. "I only did what I did because I was so mad. When I saw him with that girl," he shook his head. "I couldn't believe he was doing that to you. He didn't even try to deny anything when I saw them together. All he cared about was that I kept what I saw a secret. After that I just saw red."

If I hadn't received the breakup call from Shawn, I would've thought he was lying. But I did, and Ross was my best friend. He would never lie over something like that.

"I didn't want you getting hurt, Mads." He continued, sounding completely broken. "You don't deserve to be treated that way. Shawn's a dick and he doesn't deserve you. You're an amazing girl and anyone would be lucky to have you."

A small smile appeared on my face, though it didn't last long. I had truly liked Shawn and was excited about where our relationship could go.

Well, it went straight into a coffin and was buried six feet underground.

I gently grabbed Ross' hand, rubbing my thumb over his bruised knuckles. He had punched my cheater of a boyfriend to protect me. He had gotten hurt because of me.

"Does it hurt?" I murmured softly, unable to meet his gaze. I couldn't help but feel guilty that he was injured.

"It's just sore. I don't want you worrying about me."

"I can't help it. That's the job of a best friend."

I lifted my head up to finally meet his gaze, fresh tears filling my eyes. He gently cupped my cheeks to wipe away the tears that slipped down my cheeks, replacing the dried tears in its wake. "I'm sorry, Ross."

"Sorry for what?" He questioned softly, obviously confused.

"Your hurt because of me." I sniffled, pushing my hair back as a few strands stuck to my damp cheek.

He shook his head vigorously. "No. This," he held up his bruised hand. "is not your fault. It was my decision to punch Shawn, not yours. You are the victim in this situation, not me. A few bruised knuckles are nothing to me."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, the distance that had formed between us over the past week coming to an end. It had physically pained me ignore my best friend, and I let my anger get the best of me. I allowed my fondness towards Shawn to overtake my mind, letting it get the best of me.