Obsessed

Weak and Pathetic

"How are you feeling now?" He asks, looking down at me, making me feel pathetic, I wasn't supposed to be weak. But the reminder of how my ex had broken me, was too much for me. My ex made me weak. My ex made me leave Oakley, because he promised me something better, he promised me a label. 

I preferred a label over love. 

"Good." I mumble as I stuff the cereal into my mouth. Not wanting to remember the way I had cried to him. I felt weak. So very weak. 

"You know you can talk to me, right?" He says, with a soft smile on his lips. It was all pity. It was pity. I don't need any pity from anyone. I am fine. 

"Yea, yea. Whatever." I mumble, picking up my bowl, about to get up from my seat, when he grabs onto my wrist, making me turn my head to him again, glaring at him through my lashes. 

"What is it? You've been acting salty." He says boldly, making me scoff at him. "What? Tryna push me away, cause it work fam." 

"Oh, fuck off." I snap twisting my wrist out of his grip. "Your just here to babysit me. Nothing else." I pause for a second before a continue, "So stop acting like you care, when you really don't." 
He looks at me, searching to see if there was any way I was lying, "What now? Pushing me away because you feel week and pathetic. Pushing me away because you broke down in front of me. Don't know why you tryna blame it on me. It aint gonna help the situation." He shakes his head with a small frown. 

He crosses his arms across his chest as his gaze locks with mine. 

"Damn bro." I whisper, recovering from his harsh but realistic words. "I guess your right." I rub my tired puffy eyes, the embarrassment settling onto me. I snapped at him because I was in a mood. "My bad, Oaks." 
"All good." He says with a small smile, placing his hand on mine. "Now. Are we going to act normal, instead of tryna push me away?" 
"Yes." I mumble, looking down at his large hand that settled on my small ones. 
"Good." He says cockily, I could practically hear the smirk on his lips. 

The tension slowly melts away as I reply with, "Anyways. Piss off, fam. Get those hands off me." 

He looks at me with an raised eyebrow, and scoffs while saying, "Love, I know you love my hands, innit." He wiggles his eyebrows, making me chuckle at how he could make any situation okay. 

"Your such a moron." 
"Nah. But your ex is." And then I hear him mumble, "He stole you away from me." 

My ex is the biggest moron.