I Blame Wattpad for My High Expectations of Men

Chapter 37 - You enjoy eye fucking asses over there, buddy?

With Ace and I, the 'honeymoon phase' hadn't lasted very long in our relationship. Instead, the transition into the 'you annoy the shit out of me, but I'm not going anywhere because you're still the only one who's willing to date my crazy ass' phase happened fairly quickly. See, the first two weeks were full of lovey, dovey shit but I had soon realized that it was actually just us getting used to each other in that new way.

Did I mind it, though? Hell to the fucking no! In fact, I enjoyed every second of it because it made our connection all that more authentic and real. I'd give anything for things to have turned out differently with Ace, to have exactly what we had back then before the universe decided to pull the rug out from underneath us.

What Ace and I had was real, in every essence of the word, but it just clearly wasn't meant to be.

~Flashback Continued~

~One Week Later - Sunday, December 5, 2016~

"I swear on my life if you don't put me the fuck down right this instant, the last thing those pretty little eyes of yours will see is my fist colliding with your face!" I shout, pounding my fists against Ace's back as if that'll have any kind of negative effect on him.

"Not until you forgive me!" He retorts, continuing the run around his house.

"There's nothing to forgive. Now. Put. Me. Down!"

"Bullshit! You wouldn't have gone all silent on me for a whole day, two in counting, if you weren't mad. Trust me, babe. As much as your loud mouth annoys the fuck out of me sometimes, I'd rather have a talkative Lola than a silent one. Please forgive me and just talk to me already. Please!" He begs, suddenly stopping the run to grip my legs -that are currently hanging over his shoulders- extra tight in order to twist his hips and send my head flying left to right.

"You're going to make me vomit!"

"Your attitude is making me want to vomit!" He counters, still not stopping. "Now, forgive me, and mean it this time!"

"Ace," I groan, giving up on pounding his toned back as I let my face fall flat against it. "For the hundredth time, I have nothing to forgive you for! Can you please just put me down already? Am I really asking for too much?" I muffle out, surprised that he actually listens to me this time when he goes to set me down.

"Ah ah ah, not so fast," he stops me from leaving the kitchen, pulling me in between him and the kitchen island by the wrist. Trapped by him completely, with his hands resting on the island on either side of me, I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. Although, I have to admit that when Ace bends down just enough to look up at me, I almost give in right there and then. "I'm sorry," he pouts, apologizing for like the thousandth time since two days ago.

"Yeah, well, sorry didn't bring back my deleted essay now, did it?" I retort, sarcasm and a bit of irritation lacing my tone. "I had to rewrite in four hours what originally took me almost an entire week to come up with, Ace. So, excuse me for being pissed off slightly longer than the average person would've been."

"I offered to rewrite it for you, though," he reminds me, both looking and sounding like a sad puppy at the moment. "And hey, look on the bright side, you still managed to turn it in on time and a few years from now," I give him a deadpan expression, "okay, maybe a few decades from now, we'll look back on this and laugh."