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You've always known that Sweet Pea was a little harsh and a hot-head ready to explode at any moment. You've seen him scream, yell and slug his fists at people. But, you never expected him to go off at you.
He didn't dare to physically hurt you- he could barely raise his voice at you, but he could be a real asshole sometimes. Especially when he feels like a second choice, but school and education should always comes first...right?
"Really," he rolls his eyes and glares at you.
You shrug your backpack on and gently close your locker door, "yeah? I need to bump up my bio mark and this lab either makes it or break it."
Sweet Pea lets out a groan, "but can't you work on your lab literally on any other day?"
"Sweet Pea," you plead, "please, this is important to and for me."
"Yeah, but we were gonna go out today."
"We can go out on any other day too," I reassure him and place my hand on his arm, "there's no rush. We'll still be together tomorrow, and the day after that, right?"
He rolls his eyes and jerks my hand off of him. As he turns away, he mutters, "right...you know where to find me when you're done."
Guilt punches your gut as he walks away, not even taking a second look back. He knows how important school is and he knew that when he came into this relationship. As you watch him walk out, he shrugs his shoulders to adjust the leather jacket stretched across his back. It's a habit he's developed whenever things got tense.
After your lab, like he said, you knew where to find him. You took a bus all the way down south and walked a couple of blocks towards the Whyte Wyrm. It was a run-down bar that always had a light haze along with a smell of whiskey and cigarettes. It was somewhere you'd never be willing to go to unless you needed to.
You turn your head to see Sweet Pea focused on his current game of pool. In an instant, he glanced up to watch you move towards him. All he did was glare at you before taking his turn.
"What are you doing here." The tone in his voice made you wince.
"Well, I'm done my lab and-"
"Finally."
You took a deep breath, "and I came to find you. Like you said I should."
Sweet Pea rolls his eyes, "I didn't say you should, I just said you knew where to find me."
That was it. Something snapped and you couldn't help it anymore.
"Fine." You sneered, "I shouldn't have tried to find you if you're going to be such an asshole to me, asshole."
Sweet Pea smirks, "you can't tell me I'm an asshole and then call me an asshole."
You turn around and walk out of there. Maybe it was the pent up frustration? Or the lingering smell of liquor? Or maybe it was just Sweet Pea?
"Y/N," Sweet Pea calls after you as you rush out, "Y/N, wait!"
He catches up to you in a couple of long strides, "what's the matter with you?"
"What's the matter with me," you retort, "you've been nothing, but an asshole to me all day."
Sweet Pea stands there still, there's no goofy grin on his face. He just stands there and looks down at you. You let out a groan and turn away, waving a hand at him to forget it.
"Look, I'm sorry."
You stop and turn your head to hear his boots crunch against the gravel road.
"Are you really though?"
He shrugs, "Yeah. I'm trying to be. I'm trying to be better, okay?"
"I know," you admit.
"I know I've been asking for a lot of your patience and I get it if it's running thin, Y/N, I really do get it," Sweet Pea holds onto you, his hand against your cheek, "it fucking sucks, but I'm working on my anger and everything for you. And I'm impatient as fuck and it kills me whenever I let it out onto you."
You wrap your arms over your chest, "you really do suck, Sweets."
"I know, I know," he draws you close to his body, where you can pick up is scent, "I'm sorry, baby. I really am."
"Make it up to me?"
"Anything, baby. You name it."
You look around at your unfamiliar surroundings. Everything looks dim and dark with a hint of evil lurking around.
"A ride home would be nice."
He smiles and plants a gentle kiss on your head, "yeah, let's get you back home."
