Anger Management

Chapter 23: Ice cream bargains and Friendship dinners

Man Tuesdays were never my favorite day. I know you're thinking, what about Mondays?, but it's instilled in everyone to hate Mondays so at least you feel something. Tuesdays are just bleh. It's not the peak of the week so you can't even start anticipating the weekend yet, and it's not the day before the day everyone dreads. I guess it wouldn't be as bad if I had an actual social life besides Riley, but she was currently busy and I'm pretty sure me and Ashter needed a break from each other. So what was there left to do? Binge watch my latest Netflix show and finally do something to my hair.

"Oh my fudge why are you so long!?!?" I scream at my hair, my arms getting tired from trying to rake a comb through it. Don't get me wrong I loved my beautiful natural hair (Thanks mom and dad), but sometimes I wished I was like the white girls who could just blow dry it and be done with life. Instead I got the life of moisturizers, detangling combs and setting gels, and all of those things were enough to make my pockets hurt.

My focus goes back to my Tv in front of me. The images of Tan helping some sweet guy get his style right flash across my screen and make me question my dressing habits. So yeah my newest obsession just happened to be watching 5 gay men help deserving people turn their life's around. I loved it though, not only was it a feel good show but they gave some good advice in all areas of life. My twisting and binging were interrupted by the sound of my doorbell. I sigh getting up from my bed tying my undone hair into a bun and walking downstairs. Whoever was here was just going to have to deal with my crazy appearance. I get up on my tiptoes to look through the peephole.

"Oh fudge!!" I clasp my hands over my mouth silently cursing.

"Umm Hello? Sylvie? Is that you?"

I immediately start to panic trying to decide what to do. Mason was on the other side of that door and I still wasn't over the embarrassment he caused me yesterday. Why was he even here? And who gave him my address? I took a deep breath trying to compose myself. I just needed to be an adult and tell him to leave. I slowly open the door peeking my head out.

"Can I help you?" I try asking as nicely as possible.

"Uh Hey Sylvie" Mason says tentatively with a hand behind his neck. Yeah that's right feel bad you little user, I think smugly to myself. I say nothing in response and start to tap my foot. Noticing my impatience he takes a deep breath and moves his other hand from behind his back a bag appearing in front of me. I raise an eyebrow at it. Does he really think he can buy his way to my forgiveness?

"So you left your dress at my house," he says the hand with the bag outreached to me. "I got it dry cleaned for you." I take the bag from him and sit it down inside the door.

"Was that it?" I ask now ready to get back to my show.

"Well no I wanted to apologize about the other night."

"You mean yesterday?" I snap at him before stopping myself and instead cross my arms across my chest.

"Yes yesterday. Look I am sorry it was messed up to do but I didn't really get to explain myself-"

"You didn't get to explain yourself!?! What could there possibly be to explain, you straight up told me you were trying to sleep with me!!!" I yell at him no longer holding my composure.

"Yes I know but when I said it I didn't really mean it," I give him a pointed look and he makes the smart decision to stop talking. He runs a hand down his face obviously noticing how bad this was going.

"Look, can we just talk?" I look at him doubtfully but give a small nod and open the door all the way letting him in. I figured if I was in anger management class I should be doing everything I was trying to make Ashter do. I gesture towards a couch and then head to the other one opposite it. Mason sits down elbows on his knees all his attention on me.