*Ace's P.O.V*
I don't know what i'm gonna do about Hazel. She's being really difficult now. She won't answer my calls and texts. I would go over to her house, but i'm kinda afraid that she will break my face. But if she wants to play this game, i'll play and win.
I left her a lot of voice mails and just laid on my bed staring at the ceiling.
I sighed.
"What would I do without her?"
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*Hazel's P.O.V*
I've been ignoring Ace now for three weeks, in class he would try to talk to me but I wouldn't talk to him. I just want him to understand why i'm mad. I'm mad because he said he cares for me and likes me and all that ish. But he had no reason to why he kissed that girl, like seriously? You could have just said that you wanted to and be honest with me. But no, you didn't tell me. Whatever. I changed my pissed mood after that day and spent all the time I had with my cousins and they left about an hour ago back to New York. I had a big meltdown with Natasha, crying and hugging for so long. She laughed at me and told me that she would come back soon and that I should visit them in New York sometime. I will most definitely visit them, best believe it.
It was Saturday and I was laying down on my bed, watching Netflix on my big flat screen TV hanging on my wall. I was eating popcorn, and my hair was in a messy bun.
I heard a knock downstairs.
"Ugh! Really?! It was just getting good...they can wait."
I watched the part where the main character took off his shirt and I saw his six pack.
"Oh my gosh...best part. My favorite part. Ever." I whispered to myself.
The knock got louder from downstairs, I sucked my teeth and paused the TV.
"DAMN, CHILL THE FUCK OUT. I'M COMIN"
I yelled from upstairs. I got off my bed and went downstairs. I opened the door and it was Ace.
"Seriously?! You interrupted me from watching a guy take off their shirt..."
He rolled his eyes and let himself in.
"Wow, come in..." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes and closing the door shut.
I leaned against the door, crossed my arms and looked at him.
"What do you want?"
"You"
I scoffed.
"You're so cocky."
He smiled, showing his dimples.
We shared eye contact for a couple of seconds.
"So are you still pissed at me?"
"Kind of."
"What can I do to change that?"
"By showing the feelings you told me you felt about me."
"I showed my feelings to you a lot of times already."
"By kissing me?"
"Yes, and I told you how I felt. You know how I feel, so there's no need to do that again."
"Why not?" I smiled a little.
"Because I'm not all for that lovey doppey shit. I will show you love, but not say those long ass love paragraphs. Unless I need to."
