3 March 2013
"Em, choose a color for your eyes," Paul said.
I sighed. "Hang on a second."
I finished the round with a shriek and a laugh, looking at Sally.
Then, I turned around, making my face go blank.
I could feel his eyes on me. I didn't care. In that moment, I didn't care that he was mad. I wanted him to be mad. It was bad, it was immature, but it's what I did.
"Em, choose a color for your hair."
I rolled my eyes, turning back around.
"This one," I said disinterestedly, poking an orangish yellow marker.
He sighed again. It was an angry, frustrated sigh.
I smiled as I turned around back to the game.
Then, I saw the song on my phone had changed to a one I was not familiar with on my Spotify mix. I looked at Sally, who was holding my phone.
"Hey!" I yelled, and tackled her.
We both started screaming and laughing, her holding on to my phone for dear life.
"Give it back!" I yelled over and over again, unable to breathe from laughter.
We kept wrestling and laughing and shrieking. I hadn't noticed Paul had gotten up, until I felt two hands on my arms. He lifted me roughly off of Sally and let me fall to the floor. Then, he snatched my phone out of Sally's hands.
He stormed to the door and put my phone in the hall, closing it.
"There," he said loudly, whirling on me.
I opened the door to grab my phone, but he slammed it closed, forcefully.
I looked at him, raising my eyebrows.
"Why are you mad at me?" He snarled, grabbing my arm.
I squirmed out of his grip and tried to open the door again. He pressed his back against it. I tried to push him off and he grabbed me again.
"Get off," I spat.
Sally and Heather watched with wide eyes.
"Tell me why you're mad," he ordered, staring into my eyes.
"I'm not mad," I growled. "Let me get my phone."
"Tell me why you're mad."
"I'm not mad, Paul."
"Yes you are."
"No, I'm really not."
His glare deepened.
"Then why are you being so annoying?"
"Because it's fun."
And I was telling the truth. Seeing him angry made me happy. Because he makes me upset all the time, and I wanted to return the favor.
He opened his mouth, looking at me. I tried to open the door again and we started wrestling.
"Stop it, Paul," I snapped. "Let me get my phone."
"Stop being so annoying."
"I'll be whatever I wanna be."
He let out a frustrated noise and got off the door. I opened it, retrieving my phone.
"Come draw with us," his voice was strained.
"I'm terrible at drawing."
"Come cut the little people out."
I looked at him, my feelings going crazy. My love, my anger, my hurt...it was all mixing together, one purée of such strong emotions.
I closed my eyes. "Fine."
He smiled.
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