It's been a month--almost two since I first had sex with Bryson. I would go back over every once and a while for our little 'fun'. Every time I see him at school I try not to talk to him or notice him. For him it's the exact opposite. He always wanted to start conversations with me and he started being nice for no reason. It's weird.
Now the thing with my parents--still not good. The first night I went home and my parents were super worried. We argued but I didn't want to hear anything they had to say. I haven't really talked to either of my parents and I hate being at home. I'll take extra hours at work, go out late or go to Bryson's house just so I don't have to go home.
Every time my mother or my father tries to call me I decline. Every time they text me I don't respond. I don't want to deal with them at all. Bryson's mom is almost never home so when I come over we basically do whatever we want. He wanted me to meet his mom but that's a huge step and I just don't want it to go any further. I don't want him to think "this" is going anywhere.
After school I stayed after for a little while to get some work done. Eventually I left school and got in my car. My phone dinged and I saw I had a text message from Bryson. I checked it and texted him back.
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I buckled up and pulled off. I drove to his house with the radio playing. When I pulled up I went to the door and knocked. He came to the door and opened it.
"Hey Bry." I said as I walked in the door and he closed it behind me. When he closed it I turned around and I stood on my tippy toes then kissed him. He placed his hand on my arm and I wrapped my arms around his neck. When I pulled away I looked up at him and bit my lip.
"Lets have some fun."
"Are you kidding?" His face scrunched up.
"Umm...no."
He lightly pushed me away and I stepped back a little. He rolled his eyes and walked over to the couch. He slumped down and huffed a little.
"What is your problem?" I asked as I walked over to the couch too. I sat down next to him and turned to him.
"Every time you come over, every time we "spend time together" you only want to have sex. I don't ask you for anything, but I don't want to have sex all the time. I asked you to meet my mom and you didn't want to. I didn't pressure you. But you just want sex nothing else."
"Well I don't want to meet your mom. I'm not ready for that."
"What the fuck is your problem?!" He stood up and stood in front of me with an angry expression.
"If you ain't know: I want you! I want you to be my girl! I don't just want the physical things! I wanna sit with you for hours and just listen to you talk! Shit like that! I just want to be able to make you happy."
"Look Bryson, I don't know if you noticed: But that never works! Have you not seen what the hell happened to my parents?! Being in relationships never works! I'll get attached and lo--! I'll get attached and you'll hurt me. I don't know about you, but I don't want my heart broken! It happened when my parents separated and I'm still not over it. So whats it gonna be Bryson?! You wanna end this or what?"
