Later in the afternoon after our talk, I couldn't decide what to do.

He tried texting me, but I informed him that space means no texting/calling either.

I just...

I know it was before we were dating, I knew that. That did get through my head, the only thing that didn't was the fact that how many more times will he mess up before it's just me constantly accepting his apologies?

Even when we weren't even dating before, he'd still find ways to hurt me, and we haven't even been together not even a month and he already messed up.

It was times like this where I needed a supportive mom, a mom who would give me advise on my mistakes/problems.

I felt like it was just awkward to talk to my dad about it, but some people don't even have a close relationship with their father, so I should be grateful for mine.

That night as I waited for my dad, I kept contemplating whether I should go back to my room and go to sleep, or keep waiting for him to advice my confused brain.

My eyes were growing heavy as my head rested on the couch pillow. Right as I closed them, I heard the doorknob shaking.

"Pumpkin, is that you?" He says as he closed the door behind him, coming towards me. "What are you doing up this late?"

My arms wrapped around him, "I have boy drama dad."

I felt his chest vibrating which means he was laughing at me. "I thought all the boys hated you!" He questions with his arm still around me.

"Well...there is one boy." I say quietly.

I proceeded to tell him everything, some events from before the situation to further validate why I was feeling this way.

That night I slept with my Dad's advice in my head, I was so grateful I told him.

The next morning I didn't expect Bryson to be outside my house, but he stood there starring at me as I walked outside my house.

You could tell he was worried, but hopeful judging from his expression.

Although I did want to be petty and pretend to still be mad, my Dad's advice swirled around my head.

"If it was before y'all dated then he is right, it shouldn't matter."

"But-" I tried arguing only to be interrupted.

"Now, I get where you're coming from. He did it minutes before he went up to you, but does time really matter? Imagine if the roles were reversed."

"But I would never do that!"

"Pumpkin I imagine... his feelings are just as important as yours in the situation."

As much as I hated being wrong, my dad was right.

Technically Bryce did choose me.

It seemed to always be me.

From the few times we hung out, to the homecoming proposal and dance, to this...

Even if I didn't forgive, I knew I'd still want him.

"Koleen..." He starts to say, but I ignore it and walk up to him.

I stopped right in front of him, and grabbed his face to kiss him.

I was never one to make the first move, but I didn't care.

He immediately pulled me closer by my waist, and tangled his fingers in my hair.

"Does that mean you forgive me?" He exclaims pulling away breathless.

I nodded.

"So what made you change your mind?" He asks once we were in the car already.

I explained what my dad told me to him, and felt embarrassed.

I guess sometimes I overreact?

"Your dad is a good man. He's smart."

"He really is." I agree.

"I'm still sorry for hurting you." He says softly reaching for my hand.

"I forgive you." I smile at him and squeeze his hand.

"How about we have a little date this week?"

Enthusiasm filled my chest.

I know we've been on dates before, but this was different because we were an actual couple.

"Okay!" I say excitedly making him smile, "When?"

"Saturday morning. We'll spend the whole day together, just the two of us."

"Sounds fun."

Stares and words were exchanged throughout the day. People were surprised at this bizarre couple that came out of nowhere, and although I felt a little insecure it became better when he was at my side.

I was happy now that there were no current problems, I mean this was all so new and foreign to me.

Exciting, but odd.

I was still unaware of how to function properly, I knew it was all different once two people became official.

At least that's what movies and shows produced.

So when my eyes traveled up his tall figure leaning against his car after practice, my mind thought: this is what it feels like to have someone wait for you, to know they'll always be there.

It felt different.

"Missed me?" He asks holding arms out grinning.

"Yeah, totally." I say feeling a little awkward. I mean should I miss him?

We literally saw each other two hours ago.

"You're not gonna hug me back?"

"I'm sweaty and gross." I said trying to put my bags in the back of his car.

"I am too. Just came back from the weight room."

My eyes couldn't help but peer towards his figure.

He was sweaty too, and had a fitted tee with shorts.

He looked hot, but I wasn't gonna admit it to him.

"It's gross. I'll hug you tomorrow when we're nice and clean." I argue walking into the car, but before I could open the door he came in front of me.

"I want one now." He demands with one hand on my waist making my skin hotter than it already is.

I sighed and hugged him, trying to hold in my breath to prevent from inhaling his sweaty scent while doing so.

Ew. I probably stink so bad.

This was embarrassing. Why did he want to hug so badly?

He was such a baby.

A cute baby.

Because I secretly loved his demanding side.

It helped me function a little.

A little push will help me become more comfortable.

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