The night after our we had our little argument started to go well. We found our table and sat down with some people Kyson new and talked while we waited for the waiters to take the food out. Before we knew it we had a beautiful dish of pasta in front of us and we were all enjoying it. Especially since I barely had anything to eat today because I was rushing so much to get ready to be on time.
I'm talking to Kyson about what he's planning to do next year, he has a lot of teams that are interested in signing him.
"I think the best option would be for me to play in a city near your university, you could come out and watch our games and practices, and you would be nearby so I could always go over to your place and spend the night." He says to me with half a mouth full of pasta and a wink.
I jokingly push him, knowing what he's insinuating. In reality that would be perfect, he would be traveling less if his team was based in the city of where my university is, and I don't want to do long-distance with him again like I did this past year.
I'm dazed off thinking about Kyson coming to my place after hockey practice and my phone vibrates on the table beside me.
*New Snapchat: Jayson Wilson
I turn my phone off because it's not important right now, and honestly, snapchat just gets annoying after a while of replying when there's nothing said in the picture sent.
"Why didn't you answer it?" Kyson says pointing towards my phone.
"It's not anyone important," I say, shrugging my shoulders.
"Jayson Wilson." He says as he turns my phone on to see who it is. "Isn't this the guy that commented 'cute' on that picture you posted a month ago?" he says furrowing his eyebrows.
"Ya he graduated from my school last year, he was friends with my group of friends," I say like its not a big problem because it's not. We're friends and I've known him for much longer then I've known Kyson.
"Unbelievable." He says under his breath
"What's wrong? I don't understand the problem. You're allowed to have girls that are friends why can't I have any guy friends?" I say looking to table our table that's mainly girls.
"Because this is fucking different." He whisper yells to me wide-eyed and I know there's an argument we cant avoid coming up.
"What do you want me to do about it Kyson?" I say, exasperated of the argument that only just started.
"I want you to block him, on everything." He says to me with a smirk and I don't know if he's joking or not.
"I'm not blocking my friend if there's no real reason other then you being jealous Kyson," I say crossing my arms, and I know the majority of the table is listening to our little dispute even if we're keeping our voices low.
"Not a problem? You're cheating on me at MY prom." with an emphasis on MY as if he didn't screw up my prom for me.
"What are you talking about cheating?" I'm confused beyond belief, if having a friend means that I'm cheating, then wow I guess I cheat a lot.
"He called you cute and you're still talking to him when you have a boyfriend! You're cheating it's simple," he says shaking his head at me
"First off, I told him to not say those things because when we had this argument a month ago I said I wasn't comfortable with it and neither were you. Secondly, what the hell do you call what happened at the pre-prom with Dani? Let me guess, not cheating?" I say back to him, I'm not backing down this time, it isn't right and he has no place to tell me who I can't be friends with.
"I was being nice, she invited us to her pre-prom and I wanted to be nice to her," he answered back simply.
"Well have you ever thought maybe you were being too nice?" I counter his argument.
"If you're going to be cheating on me at my prom I rather you just not be here." He says as if he thinks I would just stay around listening to him accuse me instead of leaving.
"Fine with me, I don't want to be here with someone who's just trying to cause drama," I say and get up from my chair and head towards the exit. As I turn the corner I can see him walking fast behind me and I know I won't be able to call an uber, fast enough before he reaches me so I dip into the women's washroom to gather myself before another argument with him.
A bunch of girls who I'm guessing were just gossiping turn and look at me quickly before returning to their conversation, something about two people showing up in the same dress.
I look at myself in the mirror and clean myself up a bit. I'm going through my phone to spend as much time in here in hopes that Kyson decides to just go back to the table before the next course is served and I can sneak out without him noticing.
I open Jayson's snap chat and all he sent me was a picture of his friends playing soccer on my high school's field. I'm about to answer him when I decide that it would be the best thing for Kyson to not see another notification from Jayson if he does end up waiting for me outside of the bathroom.
It's been ten minutes so he should (hopefully) have gone back by now. I open the door to go back into the hallway when I see Kyson sitting at the entry table with his hand in his hair looking through his phone. Before I'm able to sneak out, he notices me standing there.
"Listen, I'm sorry I just don't want to lose you." He says in a genuine apologetic voice.
"It's fine," I say like I always do when he starts to pick a fight with me.
He gets up from the chair he was sitting on and walks towards me. I'm laying my back against the wall, not knowing if he's going to argue more with me or kiss me, but either way, the wall is taking the weight off of my feet that are started to get sore.
"I still want you to not talk to him," Kyson says looking down at me like he's superior to me.
"No, I'm not doing that," I say to him firmly.
"Fuck what's it going to take you to fucking block him?" He says to me and right as he says it Dani walks past us towards the bathroom.
"Trouble in paradise? You know where I live." She smirks and sends him a wink and he chuckles and brushes back his hair with his fingers.
"Are you serious right now? you're getting mad at me for talking to my friend who called me cute, while little homewrecker over there is inviting you over for sex?" I say looking up at his tall frame that's inches away from me.
"You don't get to fucking tell me what not to do, I'll talk to whoever I want." He says close to my face.
"So it's okay that you do but not me? Okay, I think I got it." I say stepping back as much as I can before my backs completely against the wall.
"Oh you know you just want to be with a slut. Why don't you give me more attention in bed and I wouldn't have to seek it anywhere else?" He says without emotion in his face. Is he kidding me? I push him further from me but it's no use, he's got too much weight on me to move a foot back.
"I'm done. I am so done." I say snarled
"What do you mean you're done?" he says as his dark eyes somehow become a complete darker shade of brown then they already were.
"I'm done, with this with you, with feeling like shit every day because of you!" I say motioning my hands between us, praying that he steps back and lets me leave without causing more of a scene.
"No, you don't mean that babe." He says shaking his head slowly at me.
"No I do, It is exhausting being yelled at all the time. I have no more energy to give you any more. I just want to be happy and I haven't been because all you do is argue with me." I say lowering my voice.
"Okay okay, just listen to me. Let's just go have some fun, everyone's dancing now. We'll talk about this later, okay." He says pushing some hair behind my ear.
That's when I cave in, I do it all the time, too often. More often than he deserves. I cave in so much because there's a voice in the back of my head saying that I waited so long for him to come home that I should want to try as hard as I can to be happy with him, to not give up on him.
We walk back to the main hall and dance. Go to an after-prom, dance some more, have some drinks and act like we're a normal couple. But we never were.