Jones 2

Chapter 18

At Your Best~ Aaliyah

Exhale~ Whitney Houston

Don't Matter~ Akon

PAULINAS POV// Jan. 3, 2016 12:38pm

Angie and I haven't been doing too well lately. Every little thing turns into a fight and most of the time we go to bed angry. We promised each other we would never do that. We talk things out but we never really talk. Sometimes it feels like she might be out to get me, like against me. It could just me, I could be trippin but your girlfriend should be your biggest supporter not biggest hater. 

"What the fuck is wrong with your T.V?" I fuss trying to turn on the T.V in Angie's room. 

"I don't know," She mumbles and strolls out of her room.

"Angie, come here," I say while fighting with the remote. She ignores me.

"Angelina!" I yell trying to call her back.

"Fuck you," She yells back.

"Oh fuck no she did not," I say and throw down the remote. I run out of her room and try and spot her. She's halfway down the stairs by the time I turn my head. 

"Come here," I yell and chase her down the stairs. She shrieks and starts running into the living room until she trips over Tux's bed. She lands on the couch and finally, I catch her. 

"You need to watch this fucking attitude of yours. I don't like it. Do you understand me?" Her chin was tightly gripped between my thumb and index and our lips weren't far apart. Her breathing deepens through her mouth and I can sense she's feeling turned on rather than threatened.

"mHm," She hums and stares into my eyes.

"Good girl," I say and let go. She sits up on the couch as silent as ever. This was new for us. There has never really been a defined dominant or submissive role in our relationship but for a strange reason, it has always felt like I was the dominant one. 

I watch her get up from the couch and fix her hair. She looks delusional as if she had her reality altered. 

"You good?" I ask.

"Yeah," She says and clears her throat. 

I figured now we were all good except for the fact our communication is total shit. And she's a submissive rope bunny or whatever the fuck those are called. You know the ones who like being dominated. I don't fucking know but Angie has a new side and I'm glad I was the one to discover it. 

Let me tell you something. When Angie and I were in seventh grade and we used to talk about sex she would hardly participate in the conversation. Between me and her, I think she knew that I knew how she was. A submissive freak. But then again she was Daniels submissive freak. 

In a relationship, there never really has to be a label for either person. Sexually, emotionally or in general. You are what you are and your partner has the power to perceive you as they do. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. My mother used to tell me that when I would complain about someone judging the way I look. Who so ever may come may see you the way they see you. beautiful or not. What I wasn't fortunate enough to learn with Isaac is that you don't have to be this perfect image for someone. Significant other or not. With Angie, despite the fact we were friends for a long time first, I learned that I can literally walk next to her wearing sweatpants and a raggedy tee shirt and she'll look at me like I have a wedding dress on. I never really did worry about what I wore until this year. high school makes you think everyone cares. It makes you think you're a fuckhole if you don't look PERFECT. If you aren't perfect.

Back to my original statement. When it comes to relationships, there should be no handbook or instruction manual. It goes how it goes and there should only be two people involved. Not four other people and Dr. Oz. That's some stupid fuckshit that needs to be destroyed. In November, Angie and I will have two years down. And for this time it honestly feels like we're the only two people in the world. She literally consumes my life and I know for a fact I consume hers. I wake up every morning wondering what she's doing or how she's feeling. I go to bed every night hoping that she sleeps comfortably on her tiny bed with extremely loud springs. That's just how it's supposed to be. You're supposed to be obsessed with the person you love. Not controlling.  

This chapter literally took me a month and a half to write and I'm sorry it's not even that good. My brain is fried and ugh. Writing hasn't been my first priority lately but don't worry it won't be my last!