Fly Away To Chicago (Completed)

Chapter Twenty Three- Feelings About Him

The rest of the night goes smoothly, great in fact. Lane ends up being very nice and Charlie actually hugged me when I left. It was all very exciting.

But now Mason and I are alone and he wants to talk. I really don't wanna ruin his night with all the Bennett crap.

It just sucks.

He looks at me expectantly from his spot across from me on the couch.

I sigh before telling him all about Bennett.

He takes it ok at first. Then he starts getting really mad.

"What is his problem? Just because I've finally found a girl I like he has to go and try to take her away. What kind of shit is that?" He pauses and sighs. "He's such an ass."

I nod. "He really is, but he's your best friend Mason. That has to count for something. Besides nothing has happened between him and I. It's ok. Please don't hate him. He needs you." I reply.

He looks at me in disbelief. "Nothing happened. Nothing happened?! You're defending him. Why would you do that?" He yells before looking away. Then his head snaps back to face me. "You... You care about him. You like him!" He shouts and he jumps up from the bed.

Oh no. Please don't do this. Not again.

"I... I don't like him Mason. He's just my.. friend. Nothing more. You, you're the one I want to be with. Please don't be mad at me." I beg and I try to convince not just him, but myself.

He shakes his head. "I just... He makes me so mad. Please just get out. I need to think. I need to process this. Just give me time ok. I'll come see you soon. Just go somewhere else while I figure this out." He says & he looks exhausted.

Oh he's trying so hard not to blow up on me.

I go to him and rest my hand on his, gently. He looks up at me, his eyes shimmering with anger. His face softens slightly as he looks at me, but then he scowls again and turns away from me.

I frown and leave. I walk to the door, dragging my feet. The cold nob sends shivers up my arm as I pull the door open. I turn to him and look back at him standing there with anger pulsating from every fiber within him.

"I'm sorry." I whisper before leaving and closing the door behind me. Leaving my amazing boyfriend inside it, not knowing if he will still be mine in a few hours.

Oh god. Why did I do that? I didn't need to defend Bennett. I don't need to, but I did. I did because it didn't upset me that he flirted with me.

I kinda liked it. I liked being desirable and Bennett made me feel like I was actually attractive and that was something I craved.

Even though I was with someone it still felt good to seem desirable to someone else. Just to boost my self esteem. That's all it was.

Or... That's what I told myself anyway.

I walk downstairs and sit on the couch with Tyler. He glances at me, annoyed at first before he sees my expression.

Out of the corner of my eye I see his face soften and he sighs before pulling me over to face him.

"What's wrong?" He asks and his beautiful blue eyes search mine for a hint.

I frown and shake my head. "I don't want to talk about it Tyler. Please just play your game & don't pay attention to me. I'll be ok." I say quietly.

To tell the truth that isn't what I want, but he's still mad so I'll have to deal with this myself.

He sighs again, but this time it's louder and more noticeable.