I'm the darker one lol
Jason- "Jason stop!" you scream while pulling at your hair in frustration.
"No Y/N! You can't just let some guy flirt with you and expect me not to care or notice!" he fires back. You two were out at dinner and the waiter was being a little to friendly. It's not that big of a deal. Jason just tends to get a little jealous.
"Jason, even if he was flirting with me, it doesn't matter. I wasn't flirting back!" Jason scoffs and pinches the bridge of his nose while his other hand rests on his hip.
"What?" you question curiously. What exactly was Jason implying?
"Nothing Y/N. Just nothing."
"Jason," you start. "-are we actually fighting about this?" you ask.
"We wouldn't be if you wouldn't throw yourself at any guy that ever shows you even an ounce of attention!" he snaps. Every word of that sentence hurt more than the last. Every word was a reminder that what Jason said, he truly thought. His eyes are darker than usual and yours are filling with tears that are threatening to spill out.
Jason's chest rises and falls heavily and fast. Your breathing stays at a steady, constant pace. Your eyes travel the room and land back on Jason. You inhale sharply, turn on your heel and walk out of your shared apartment, away from Jason, away from the words he said and away from his harsh opinion of you.
You run-- well, the best you can in your heels, out of the apartment complex with tears streaming down your face. Why did Jason have to be such an asshole? You continue to walking through the streets of Rosewood, letting the cold air kiss your face. You fold you arms across your chest in attempts to stay somewhat warm. Do you throw yourself at any guy that shows you attention? Was Jason just overreacting? These questions continue to swarm through your mind. They engulf every corner of your mind, every empty space causing you to panic. You begin paying attention to where your walking and you see you're about already 15 minutes away from your apartments. Your feet start aching so you take off your heels and put the straps around your finger and continue walking. That's when a single rain drop lands on your cheek. Followed by many more.
"Shit." you curse. You start to hear a car engine and turn around to see a familiar face peaking out of the window. Rolling your eyes you continue down the street ignoring Jason's calls.
"Y/N! Y/N come on! Please!" he shouts over the pouring rain. You ignore him once again and shake your head.
"Y/N, please just get in the damn car!" he pleads. A dry, humorless laugh escaped your chapped lips. He speeds up and nearly runs you over. The engine stops and he rushes out of the car with his jacket in hand, ready to give to you.
"No. I don't want your jacket." you state. He rolls his eyes and forces it on you.
"Let's go." he yells while grabbing your hand. You squirm out of his grasp and stand your ground. "Look, I know you're mad at me and you have every right to, but we can talk about this at home. You're gonna get sick." he explains. Reluctantly, you run to the car. Once you get in, you immediately face the window and ignore Jason. You were pretty good at holding grudges.
"Y/N-" You look at him and just stare for a second or two. He stops talking and drives home.
•••
Right when you get home you go straight to the bathroom and clean up. "Y/N." Jason says at the door.
"What?" you snap.
"Can we please talk?" he asks. You finish changing and walk out of the bathroom right past Jason.
"Y/N," he starts. "I am so sorry."
"Is that it?" you ask. "Do you realize what the hell you said to me!" you say getting angrier each second. "You told me that I throw myself at every guy who gives me attention!" you tell him. Jason's eyes are now back to their usual light, soft color. Yours however have now taken the role of being dark.
"Do I throw myself at Caleb? Hm? What about Ezra? Or maybe even Toby? Do I throw myself at them?" you rant. Jason shakes his head repeatedly, obviously feeling terrible for the accusation he made earlier.
"No of course not! I was just being an ass Y/N. Please forgive me." he begs.
"I don't know." you mumble.
"Y/N, listen to me. The real reason I said what I said is because-" he stops himself and takes a deep breath. "-I'm insecure about myself. I'm so insecure that I think you're going to leave me all the time for someone better. You definitely deserve better. I just, I can't shake that feeling and that's why I said that." he admits. Your lips part slightly and you stay there, watching Jason admit to you his insecurities. Tears once again fill your eyes as you walk towards him and slowly hug him.
"I didn't know that." you whisper.
"I didn't want you to." he answers.
"You can tell me anything love." you reassure him. He nods weakly and walks over to you and puts his arms around your shoulders. You wrap yours around his waist and squeeze tightly.
"I won't ever leave Jason."
Mike- The sound of the rain hitting your house relaxed you more and more until you were almost asleep.
Ding
You groan and look down at your phone to see a text from Mike.
From Mike: Can u pick me up at lacrosse? My cars in the shop and it's pouring. Plzzzzzz
To Mike: fine
You were pissed beyond recognition. It was cool and rainy and you were cuddled up in your blankets on the couch about to fall asleep. Mike has been doing this lately and in complete honesty, it feels like he's using you. Sure, he'll call you and text you, but only if he needs something. You've asked him to hang out around 3 times this week and every single time, he's busy. Maybe you're overreacting, maybe you're not, but something just feels..bad.
Quickly, you grab your keys off of the counter, run to your car and head towards school. The rain is coming down in sheets, preventing you from seeing even with your wipers on. "Jesus Christ." you grumble while leaning over the steering wheel to see better. You spot the Lacrosse field and pull up to the curb. You see a figure running towards your car and before you know it, Mike jumps in, soaking wet. You roll your eyes and don't even say a word while you drive away towards Mike's house.
"What's your problem?" he scoffs. You're stunned by how he's talking to you. You easily could have texted him and told him to find another ride but no, you were nice and came to pick him up.
"Nothing." you mumble while stopping at the light.
"Okay, well there's obviously something wrong." he laughs while shaking his head to get it somewhat dry.
"Well, I was about to fall asleep when you texted me to come get you..for like the fourth time this week. And I asked you if you wanted to hang out 3 times and you said no, so that's my problem." you explain angrily. He sighs and looks at you.
"Y/N, are you kidding me? Can you stop being so fucking dramatic?" The words make you flinch and when the light turns green, you speed off. You shake your head and continue driving so you can drop him off.
"It just feels like you're using me." you state. He scoffs and shakes his head. Eventually you reach Mike's house and he stays in the car just staring at you which angers you even more.
"Well I'm not Y/N," he starts with annoyance clear in his voice even though you're the one that should be annoyed. "Let me out. You're acting like a bitch." he mumbles under his breath but loud enough for you hear. He slams the car door and you sit there, stunned. Tears fill your eyes and you run a hand through your hair.
You sit there for a couple of minutes just trying to gather what just happened when you see Mike running out to your car. He hops in and look old at you with regret.
"Y/N-"
"Go, you said I was acting like a bitch anyway." you snap. He sighs and brushes a strand of hair away from your face.
"I didn't mean that. You know that." he says. You roll your eyes.
"No I don't."
"This past week you've treated me like literal shit!" you exclaim.
"I know and I'm so sorry. I'm an ass, we all know that." he chuckles nervously. You giggle quietly and return to glaring at him. "I don't want you to think I'm using you." he says while leaning over and missing your neck repeatedly. It tickles so you begin laughing again.
"Okay?" he asks. "I love you baby."
"I love you too."
Caleb- "Caleb did you call your mom at all?" you ask while grabbing a glass from the cabinet and a pitcher of water from your refrigerator.
"No." he mumbles angrily. You roll your eyes. Caleb had always been kind of distant and angry when it comes to anything regarding his biological family. You begin to pick up the pitcher and pour your water.
"Well are you-" you start.
"Damnit Y/N! Stop!" he says while slamming his fist down into your table causing you to drop the large pitcher of water. You widen your eyes and Caleb's are filled with regret. You try to find the right words but at the moment, there is none.
"Y/N-"
"Uhm, I uh- I'll clean this up." you whisper while wiping a tear away. It was terribly and painfully awkward. Caleb just stood there, drowning in the silence that filled the kitchen. You grew impatient with him and snapped.
"Just get out." you state.
"Y/N-" he starts.
"Just get out!" you yell while accidentally cutting your hand on a piece of glass.
"Y/N." he sighs while walking over and grabbing a washcloth from the drawer. He wraps it tightly around your palm and holds it there.
"Caleb go." you say lowly. He shakes his head. "I don't want you here."
"No matter what you say I'm not leaving." he tells you.
"God, you're such an ass." you say while rushing away upstairs. You hear Caleb's footsteps following you.
"Y/N, can you listen to me? I'm sorry." he says. You walk into your room and sit on your window seat. You stay silent letting the stress get to Caleb.
"Why do you care so much?" he asks. You're appalled by what he just said so that's why you turned your head towards Caleb with your mouth gaped.
"What the fuck?! Do you actually have the audacity to say that to me? 'Why do you care?'" you mock him.
"I care because I want you to have what you deserve! You deserve to have a family, you deserve to feel loved and happy and wanted! You deserve all of that and it pisses me off that you get mad at me for wanting you to be happy!" you shout. His eyes soften and and he walks towards you. "I want you to have what I didn't." you admit quietly.
"Baby." he says softly while enveloping you into a tight hug. "Shh." You cry into his shirt as he strokes your hair.
"We can be broken together." he jokes causing you to laugh also. "We're loved by each other. We have enough love."
Calebs preferences are always shorter cause I'm lazier by the end lol. Hope you liked this one. I hope you're having an awesome weekend loves. please get some rest and drink lots of water(:
much love
1/16/16
-aja