I Stole The Gay Jock's Heart (Sequel)

Ch. 20 - "I'm only a phone call away"

When Kylan entered the condo, Jonah was in the shower. He heard him curse out loud a few times, waiting in the living room and soon heard Jonah's footsteps grow louder. He had noticed the ring case on the ground and the ring on the floor, and he was uncertain whether he was prepared to have this talk.

Jonah appeared with a towel over his head and scoffed when he saw Kylan seated in his living room, "Get out." He was wearing sweats and a sweater, and it seemed as if he was headed somewhere. However, he simply turned and stormed back to his bedroom, slamming the door closed. Kylan waited, hearing the drawers being open and closed aggressively, and Jonah returned with his sneakers on.

When he realized Kylan was still there, he gritted his teeth, "I said get out."

"We need to talk."

"No, Ky. I'm done with you, we're over."

"You always say that when you're mad—"

"Well this time I fucking mean it. Why would you mention all those things to a girl you barely knew if they weren't on your mind?"

Kylan shook his head, "I just talked about our relationship."

"And mentioned all the negative shits I've done. Why didn't you tell her I got your Dad into rehab? Or that I paid for your school? I had my father write you a letter of recommendation as mayor, even though he fucking hated you. How about the fact that I had you reconnect with your Dad? Or that I fucking saved you when he wanted to beat your ass years ago?"

"Jonah," Kylan breathed, "relax."

"No I'm not fucking relaxing Kylan, you make me seem like such a bad guy. Don't get me wrong I've fucked up before, but you're not so innocent either. We both have done mistakes, haven't we?"

"Yes, I agree."

"Then don't make me seem like I'm such a terrible guy when I'm not. Yes, I've said some things I shouldn't have, but I still think of when you told me that that I should never have been born when we were sophomores in University. That I'm a waste of oxygen, that I was a burden on my family and that's why they don't care if I'm not there — you've said so much shit to me too Kylan. And you've done a lot as well."

"What the fuck have I done?"

"Remember when you broke my car windows when you were angry a drunk girl kissed me on the cheek?"

"Yes because you didn't tell her no!" he exclaimed.

"All I'm saying is that we both fucked up, but you making it seem like I'm that terrible of a guy isn't fine. We've worked through so much and most of our times are good moments."

Kylan growled, "Okay I'm sorry for mentioning those things to her."

"I don't even want to hear that apology."

"What is wrong with you?"

"Why the fuck did you return the damn ring?"

Kylan paused for a moment before tilting his head, "I don't think we're ready for a serious relationship like that—"

"It's been six years," Jonah chuckled incredulously, "how long do you plan on waiting?"

"Until we don't have fights like these anymore," Kylan scratched the side of his head, "the things you said to me were awful. You use everything I tell you against me whenever you're angry."

"I said I'm sorry."

"It still hurts Jonah!" Kylan shouted back, stepping forward, "You told me I killed my damn mother!"

"Babe you know I didn't mean that."

"It doesn't make it right to say that."

"I fucking said I was sorry, what more do you want?"