The very loud sound of my phone startled me awake. My hands blindly searched for the device on my nightstand until I found it. I looked at the screen, the bright light burned my eyes, it was Priscella. I was tempted to throw the phone against the wall and go back to sleep but I didn't feel Rayne next to me.

               "Hello?" I answered in a low voice.

               "It's about time you woke up. I've been calling you for ten minutes." She sounded annoyed.

               I pinched the bridge of my nose and squinted my eyes as I sat up. "What do you want?"

               "Um. Aren't you supposed to be over here helping with the freaking furniture? Rayne is making me lift a couch and his apartment is on the second floor. I don't know about you but my bones will break if you don't come this instant."

               "Wait. You're moving his things in now?"

               "Yeah?" I could already imagine the obvious look on her face.

               I sighed. "Why didn't he wake me up? We planned this day before we left my mom's house."

               "He told me he didn't want to wake you up. But he has way too many things and I am not strong enough. We need all the help we can get. And Aaron's muscles are the only thing we got."

               I blinked hard. "Aaron is there?"

               "Yeah. He picked him up after he got me."

               I hung up the phone, my hands shaking from the anger building inside of me. The confused, hurt and burning anger that wanted to shred Rayne into pieces.

               I made sure that I took my time before heading out to my car. I dressed and brushed my teeth slowly. All in hope that I would calm down before I drove off to see Rayne. I didn't want to be angry when I saw him.

               The Rayne I knew three days ago wouldn't have left me here in my sleep. He would have climbed on me and slapped me till I popped my eyes open. He would have greeted me with a kiss and a smile on his face. He wouldn't have left me. He wouldn't.

               He definitely didn't care about Aaron's sleep. He would rather have a total stranger he just met than his own boyfriend. This wasn't just about helping him move in, it was about doing it together. A memory that won't exist because he was too stubborn to realize he's pushing me away.

               I was hoping a good night sleep would help with these thoughts, make me realize I was being stupid and paranoid. But it only made me realize I was right.

               I still couldn't believe that Rayne could cause such a storm in my head. He could make me so depressed in a snap of a finger. I belonged to him and there was no turning back. Once you're in love, you can never go back.

               How did I know that Rayne was acting strange? Right before we left my mom's house, he told me that he was moving into his new apartment and needed my help. The best part was when he said I couldn't say no and I had to help him no matter what.

               So why did he leave me and went to Aaron instead? Because I was sleeping? Well, I was about to find out.

               Priscella kept calling me, meaning she still needed me. Which meant they were still there.

               I had to get Rayne's address from Cassy who involuntarily gave it to me. She knew something was wrong with Rayne. That's why she refused to give me his address at first. Unlucky for her I had an ear full of secrets about Cassy to last a life time. So she caved in.

               I would have asked Priscella but then she would tell Rayne I was on my way. And I wanted this to be a surprise. Not really a happy surprise. I just wanted to see the look on his face when he sees me in front of him. If he looked me in the eyes.

               The apartment where he now lived wasn't that far from campus. It was only a few minutes by car. He could walk to school if he wanted.

               When I first heard he was going to live in an apartment, I thought it was going to be a cheap apartment but boy was I wrong. It looked like a luxury resort. Well I guess everything in California looked like a luxury resort.

               Was I nervous? Clearly, my hands were still shaking.

               I didn't know what I was going to say to him. I'll make up something in the spot. I couldn't go another day with him acting like this ... acting so distant from me.

               I drove around the block until I spotted Priscella trying to pull a table up the stairs by herself. Why would they be so rude to let her do that by herself? Come on! They were both men, do the work yourself.

               Slowly, I pulled up to a parking near by so Priscella wouldn't start screaming at me to help her. I cut off the engine and looked back as one of the table legs got stuck in the railings. I got out of the car and quietly crossed the street and headed towards Priscella.

               When I reached her, she was under the table trying to push it up with her legs.

               "Need some help?"

               "Jesse? Is that you?"

               I ducked my head under the table and grinned at her. "Get out of there."

               She crawled away and I lifted the table up. I set it down once I reached the floor and she collapsed on top of it with a loud thud.

               "I'm gonna take a nap on the table," she muttered.

               "Where is Rayne?"

               She pointed to my right. "The room with the open door. He's in there fixing the furniture that I had to carry myself. Jerks. They better pay me in tacos and burritos."

               Quickly, I jogged down the hall until I found the open door. I could already smell the fresh scent of Rayne's cologne. That was his apartment alright. I entered and cringed when I saw Aaron bumping his shoulder against Rayne, definitely flirting. They were both looking down at the iPad Rayne was holding. And they were smiling.

               I froze. I couldn't talk or move. I didn't know what to say. I felt like I shouldn't interrupt them but then reality slapped me in the face.

               I could lose him.

               "Rayne," I said dryly.

               They both looked up, Rayne's stare piercing right through me. His eyes crawled over me and made me feel weak. I wanted to drop down and sleep forever. I was scared. I was scared of what might be going on in his head.

               "Jesse," he echoed my exact emotions and then looked down at the screen. That did it.

               "Aaron, can you please wait outside and give us a moment?" I asked as nicely as I could, better than using his face as a punch bag.

               "Uh. I guess, sure." He quickly walked out when he saw the look in my eyes. I closed the door after he left and locked it.

               "What's wrong?" Rayne asked, looking up again.

               "What's wrong?" I repeated, flabbergasted. "Are you really that blind? You have no clue?"

               I felt like I didn't have enough privacy so I grabbed Rayne by the arm and pulled him in the farthest room possible, which was the bedroom. I closed the door again and looked at the confused look on his face. He couldn't possibly be that clueless, right?

               "What are you doing? Why are you locking us up in here?" he demanded.

               "Because I need to talk to you and I need privacy."

               "Well what's wrong then?" he asked uninterestedly.

               "Rayne! Why are you trying to push me away?!" I roared.

               He jumped at my loud scream, blinking and finally having some emotions on his face. Though, fear wasn't what I was aiming for.

               "What are you talking about, Jesse?"

               I breathed, trying to calm myself down and thinking when this first stared. "Rayne. Ever since we left my mom's house you've been ignoring me. You won't even look into my eyes anymore. You're acting like you don't care about me. You're giving this guy you just met all the attention."

               "Are you jealous?" He raised an eyebrow.

               I moved my face closer to him and raised a finger. "I am far from jealous, Benjamin."

               "Then what's wrong?"

               Breathing, I covered my eyes and pinched my nose. "I just told you what was wrong and you completely ignored me."

               "What? No I didn't!" he said defensively.

               "Is it because we had sex?" I asked calmly.

               "Jesse—"

               "Am I right? Are you like everyone else who just wants to get in my pants and then just leave me? Was that all you wanted?"

               He touched his chest, eyes glistening. "Why would you accuse me of something like that? I would never do that."

               "It sure looked like it when you completely ignored me yesterday and then tried to get in my pants last night. I was hurt and you didn't even notice."

               "I'm not doing anything wrong!" he screamed. "I have no freaking idea what you're talking about!"

               "That's my point! You stopped caring so you don't f*cking see what you're doing to me!" I screamed back.

               The first tear rolled down his cheek. I wasn't even sure if they were real tears or just another one of his amazing acts that I would fall for.

               "You don't know what you're talking about." He shook his head, lips quivering. He hugged himself and looked away from my eyes.

               "Then why did you change after we did it? Why didn't you kiss me or say good morning when we woke up early in the morning to leave? Why did you ignore me the entire ride back to California? You didn't once look me in the eyes. Are you telling me that's normal behaviour for you?"

               He just shook his head, occasionally biting his lip to stop himself from crying.

               "I noticed how you look at Aaron. The same way you used to look at me before we started dating." I walked around the room, feeling uncomfortable standing still. There was too much adrenaline rushing through my veins. "And now you don't even look at me at all. You won't talk to me. You rather talk to him."

               "You're just being jealous," he muttered.

               "You know very well I am not the jealous kind. Never have been. Because if I knew someone loved me then there wouldn't be a reason why I should ever feel jealous. If I felt jealous then it would mean I didn't trust you."

               "So you don't trust me?" he whispered.

               "I don't even know who you are anymore. How could I trust someone I don't know?"

               "I still don't know what you're talking about."

               "You have always been persistent, but you can't lie to me. Why didn't you wake me up today?"

               "You were sleeping."

               "The truth."

               "That is the truth," he insisted.

               He kept his eyes away from mine because he knew that the truth would be revealed if he just looked at me. He wasn't a liar, so why now?

               "If I remembered correctly, you told me you were going to drag me here by the ears if you had to. You forced me to skip school today so that I could help you move in. And you're telling me that you dropped it just because I was sleeping?"

               "Stop it. Stop it, Jesse," he cried wretchedly. His hands hovered shakily over his face.

               "I'm not going to stop until you tell me what's wrong. Why are you hurting me? Why won't you admit it? Did you find someone else? Or was I right?"

               I hoped with all my heart that I was wrong. If he used me, for whatever reason, it would permanently destroy me.

               He slowly sank to his knees, shaking his head and crying.

               "For God's sake, Rayne!" I violently shook his arms. "Tell me what's wrong? Why are you doing this to me?!"

               Honestly, I didn't like seeing Rayne in pain. I didn't enjoy seeing him cry, especially when I was the cause. But what was I supposed to do? Just let him walk all over me like nothing was wrong? I wouldn't be doing this if I knew nothing was wrong, like I told Priscella.

               "Just go," he sobbed. "Go away."

               Those words. I would have killed to never hear them.

               "What?"

               "I said go away," he pushed me back with great force and I slammed against the wall.

               "I'm not going anywhere," I assured him. My heart was beating rapidly from the fear of us ending.

               He got up and pointed at the door. "This is my home. Leave."

               I walked forward and grabbed his face. "I said I'm not going anywhere."

               He smacked my hands away and pushed me back. "Don't you touch me!"

               "Tell me what's wrong. Tell me the truth and I'll leave."

               "Did you ever think that maybe there was something wrong with me? Why did you act so quickly and think it was all about you?"

               "Don't you dare pin this on me," I threatened. "Why do you think I'm here? Because I knowthat there is something wrong with you. But you're too stubborn to listen. Have you even been listening to what I've said?"

               "Yes. And I said get out or I'll call the police."

               "Call them," I dared.

               He took out his phone and I smacked it out of his hand.

               He did the most unexpected thing I had ever witnessed. He punched me square in the face, making me lose my balance and fall on the floor. My jaw ached terribly, it burned and I'm pretty sure he broke something in there.

               I forced myself to get up, even though I felt dizzy. "You can punch me all you want if it makes you feel better. I fought for you, so I can fight again."

               He looked at me, not with anger but with fear. He was scared. What was so important that he had to keep a secret for so long? It made us fight and it made him hit me. Why couldn't he just tell me?

               "You're a childish arrogant asshole," he cursed through his teeth.

               I nodded. "Alright. Anything else?"

               "I'm going back to Ireland."

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