Angry, Love?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Liv's had a bad day, but can her boyfriend, Mason, make it all better?

Won first place in FlanneryChallengesYou's Romantic and Sexy Short Story Contest.

Submitted: October 17, 2013

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Angry, Love?

You know those days where there are all these things that can and will go wrong? Well, for me, that day was today. I had high hopes the night before. I had studied all night for the most important test of the year. I even made sure to set two different alarms so that I wouldn’t wake up late in the morning, which I had this horrible habit of doing.

Before I fell asleep, I read a text that my boyfriend, Mason, sent me.

You’ve got this, baby. I would say good luck, but you don’t need it. I love you.

He always knew the right things to say. Mason was that one guy that I knew I wouldn’t find anywhere else. In my mind, he was the one – there were no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it. He was perfect.

The big day started less than perfect. Somehow, both of my alarms just didn’t go off. When the morning sunlight hit my eyes from between the parted curtains, my eyelids popped open just as fast as I sat up in the bed, my hair a crumpled mess. I whipped around to grab the nearest clock, and a loud shriek of a curse passed between my lips when I saw how late I already was.

As any other morning when I’m running late, I flew out of my bed and down the hall to jump into the shower at supersonic speed. I had never gotten myself ready for school faster before. In no time at all, I was dressed and looking as good as I could get, but it did nothing to calm my nerves.

Moving down the stairs as fast as I could without tripping and falling down, I managed to get through the snow piles that surrounded my car and inside…only to put the key in the ignition, turn it, and listen to the sound of the engine not starting.

I groaned and practically slammed my head on the steering wheel. Pushing the car door open, I yelled at the top of my lungs. “Dad!”

This wasn’t the first time this had happened, so I wasn’t surprised when the front door open and a ring of keys was thrown outside just as I walked up to the porch. Catching the keys in the palms of my hands, I ran to my dad’s car and jumped in to drive to school.

I was half an hour late, and my test was going to start at any moment.

By the time I got to the classroom, I was out of breath and my cheeks were burning from the cold weather, the lack of oxygen, and pure frustration. Falling down into my seat, I looked up at the teacher as he placed my test on my desk.

He didn’t wish us luck, didn’t even say a word. I shook the thought from my head and looked down at the paper. All of the letters seemed to jumble together. I could see the words, but I couldn’t understand a single thing I was reading. All I could think about at that moment was that I was going to fail this test…

~

It turned out that I wasn’t wrong. I didn’t fail the test horribly. I mean, I passed it all right, but it was no where near the grade I had been working and hoping for, and that was enough to take a knock out of my self esteem and bring my frustration to new heights.

I was done with this whole day by the time I walked out of the classroom. Mason was there to greet me and when his arm snaked around my waist to pull me close, I actually tried to turn away.

“How did you do, Liv?”

I shook my head. “I passed,” I muttered with a shrug.

"That’s good.”

“I guess.” Pulling out of his embrace, I walked ahead. I knew I left him behind with nothing to understand what was wrong with me, but I really just didn’t feel like talking about it.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” He called out as he ran after me. “Liv?”

“Leave me alone, Mason,” I cried, once again leaving him behind in the hallway. I just wanted to be alone.

~

My parents weren’t home after school. My mom wouldn’t be back from her job for a couple of hours, and my dad…well, as a writer that worked at home, he was probably out looking for some sort of inspiration.

That left me alone at the house to do what I did best when I got frustrated and upset…clean. You may think I’m weird, I get it, but making something clean and organized seems to clear my mind.

After changing into some black shorts and a grey t-shirt, I stood in front of my closet, deciding to tackle the crazy mess inside of it first. The closet was a good portion of the mess, and once it was cleaned up, things would look much better.

As I stepped up to the daunting task, I heard the front door opening and a familiar voice call out my name.

“Liv?”

Mason… Why did he have to come right now, right when I was doing what I did best when I was frustrated, right when I needed this time alone?

Oh, right, I had left him without a word of explanation.

“I’m up here,” I called quietly to him and counted the seconds till he got to the door of my room.

He looked in and found me almost immediately before walking over to me and pulling into his arms, and I let him.

“What happened, Liv? You just left…” He sounded hurt, and I did feel bad. But I was still upset.

I shook my head and placed my hands on his chest to push him away. “I’m…pissed off,” I spoke through gritted teeth.

“Was it something I did?”

I hated it when he asked that, especially when it wasn’t his fault but mine and I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that it wasn’t really his problem. It was almost as if I didn’t want to let go of the anger. I didn’t want it to just ‘poof’ away. I wanted to use it on something, and my original intent had been to clean. But now that Mason was here…

“No.”

He heaved a sigh of relief, but I wasn’t satisfied.

“So what’s the problem?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Liv,” he whispered, his voice teetering on the edge of annoyance.

“Just…don’t, okay?”

“I’m trying to help you,” he reached out as his brows furrowed.

“I don’t want your help!” I was done. I stormed for the door of the bedroom, but he caught me by the arm and stopped me from escaping.

My anger flared. I turned and looked up at him. I wanted to stay mad, I really did. But as my gaze met his, I felt nothing but my anger turning into a burning lustful desire. With a moan, I practically jumped into his arms and threw my own around his neck, crushing my lips to his. He caught me easily and gripped me by the back of his thighs. I could feel his body hardening against me and just the thought alone was enough to make me groan into his mouth.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him taut against me so that I could feel even more of what I was doing to him. When my head began to spin, I bit down on his lip a little bit as I pulled back for air. His eyes practically flashed with lust as he looked up at me.

“I’ll never understand you, woman.”

The side of my mouth turned up into a grin. “Are you complaining?”

He smirked, and God, it was a good thing he was holding me already or I would have fainted.

“I hope you weren’t too terribly busy, Liv.”

I shook my head. “Nope,” I spoke through a grin as I popped the ‘p’.

His own grin grew as he kicked the door shut and carried me to the bed.

Let’s just say that by the end of the night, my not-so-good-day turned into one of the best nights of my life…

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