Page 172 of Tattooed Love

I had to get her mind off our break-up. The pain in her eyes, on her face… it was killing me.

“You know that history report you didn’t do? On that soldier?” I said, recalling something I did want to tell her.

“The one you thought I would do? I did tell you I wouldn’t do it.”

“Yeah, that one.” She knew what I was talking about.

“What about it?”

“Well, you didn’t do it, and it scored me an extra month on my parole.” That one bad grade. “So, really, you owe me months’ worth of your time cause you cost me a month.”

“We were partners. You were meant to help!” She shook her head. “Seriously, you did an extra month because of it?”

I nodded my head. “Worst month of my life.”

She reached for the coffee table and grabbed her beer; so she still drank. “Well, I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not. I hated school.” She shrugged it off, like a month of my life wasted wasn’t a big deal.

“Well, I got to stay an extra month because of you.”

“Did you graduate?”

“No,” I scoffed. “I left as soon as my parole was done.”

“I did.”

I frowned. “But you said you left school?”

“After I passed by correspondence.” She shrugged. “I just was too stubborn to tell dad that I had finished my education. So, instead, I lied and said I dropped out which resulted me being cut off. And..” She sighed. “Me doing everything Tae says.”

“You can get rid of him.”

“I can’t.”

“You don’t need money.” My hand was still on hers and she realized, pulling her hands away.

“Yeah, I do.”

I took my hand off her lap and turned to face her more. “Your brothers won’t let you go without a thing.” I moved slightly closer to her, reaching out and lifting her chin. “I won’t let you go without anything,” I said firmly.

“You aren’t my boyfriend Jax. You broke up with me. I told you if you did, there was no coming back.” She looked panicked. Like she was saying that but her body was screaming she was all mine. “Don’t look at me like that.”

My eyes flashed to her lips. All those times we had had sex played through my mind. All the times she was calling out my name, because that is who she belonged to. Me.

Maybe I just had to remind her. I dipped my head.

“Don’t you dare kiss me!” She pushed my hand off her face and got up like the couch burnt her. “DON’T SIT THERE AND ACT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED!”

“I said I was sorry.”

“SORRY DOESN’T CUT IT!” She was mad. No. She was furious. The lid on her temper was off, and I was happy to see it come off. I could deal with her rage; I couldn’t handle her being distant and accepting.

“What do you need me to do?” I said getting up and walking towards. “Just tell me what you need to hear.”

“Time. That’s what I need. Time to get over you! Cause I’ve had over a month and I’m still fucking addicted to you! AND IT’S NOT FAIR!” She screamed. “JUST LEAVE. YOUR FIVE MINUTES ARE UP!”

Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes and she looked at me like she hated me, but, at the same time, loved me unconditionally.

Good. She was pissed off. Now I needed her to get it all out of her system.

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