What. The. Hell.
Where on earth is he? I swear I'm going to kill him when he shows up. And if he ain't wearing the jeans I told him to where, I swear I'll just-
"Hey there beautiful."
I turned around, prepared to yell, and I forgot every single thing I was going to be mad at him for.
He was wearing the jeans. The ones that sagged just right and were pretty torn up, but not ruined. His hands were in his pockets, pressing down. He had the leather belt I had given him for his 16th birthday on, and it was worn out from 2 years of use, too. The Hollister shirt he was wearing was grey with white letters, and hugged his toned chest nicely. His 2,000 year old Converse were barely visible under his jeans, but I knew he was wearing them because, well, a guy in Converse is my weakness.
I thought I might faint.
"Chad Dylan Cooper, you better have a hell of a good reason for being a half an hour late." I said, glaring until my eyes were practically closed. He smirked.
"I missed you too." I took a deep breath and tried not to yell, then felt him wrap his arms around me. I rolled my eyes and hugged him back. I pulled back and opened my mouth, only to have his lips come crashing down on mine. We kissed soft and sweet for a while, but I knew he wouldn't be satisfied with that for long.
As I expected, the kiss deepened, and soon we were kissing with such passion I literally forgot we were at a playground, that is until he pushed me onto the slide.
I laughed and pulled away. "Don't you think we might scar a little kid for life if they try to come down the slide and we're having sex in it?" I asked playfully. He looked at me and smiled. "Sonny, it's 12:15 in the morning. And I don't think little kids play outside at this time on school nights." I smirked. "Does that mean we can't play?" I saw his jaw lock in place. That meant he had taken me seriously. I laughed out loud.
"Just keep going tiger." I said, rolling my eyes. His jaw relaxed and he leaned down and kissed my neck. I moaned loudly, and felt him smile against my skin. He continued sucking on my neck as his fingers danced down my sides and grabbed the ends of my shirt. He pulled his lips away from my throat only to put them back on mine as soon as the shirt was done away with.
He then moved his hands to tug at my shorts, and pulled them down my legs, and I kicked them off. Then he broke away and pulled my Converse and socks off. I pouted.
"This is so not fair. I'm in my bra and panties and you're still totally and completely dressed." I whined. He smirked. "Fine." He said, pulling off his shirt, revealing his perfect abs, toned stomach, and chiseled chest. I moaned. He chuckled.
I reached for his belt buckle, but he caught my hand and pushed it away. "I thought you wanted me to wear these jeans." He said seductively. I gulped. "Not right now." I whispered. He raised a perfect eyebrow. "What if I don't want to take my favorite jeans off?"
"Well, you're going to no matter what."
"Since when are you the boss of me?"
"Because I am."
"Well, I don't want you in charge."
Okay. That sent me over the edge.
"Chad. If you don't take the damn jeans off in the next thirty seconds, I'm never going to fucking fuck with you ever again!" I practically screamed. I couldn't help myself. He had pissed me off.
He looked taken aback. Sure, I had cussed around him before, but never at him. I felt kinda bad, but what was done was done.
I grabbed his belt buckle and this time he didn't try to stop me. I undid it and then unbuttoned his jeans. As I was sliding them down his legs, I heard him whisper my name.
That confused me. He never talked when we had sex, he was more of a grunter. I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him.
He had tears in his eyes. Wait. Tears?!?! He'd never cried in front of me before. And I never thought that when he did it would be because of something I said! This was all wrong!
I broke out of my train of thought when I heard him sniff. My eyes widened. It wasn't my imagination, he was actually crying.
"Chad, did what I said hurt you? I'm sorry, it's just you know I get aggravated easily. And, well, you were pissing me off, and I didn't think before I spoke, and I was just-" I was cut off by his lips on mine, but just as I started to get into it, they were gone.
What the hell was going on? He had never just stopped in the middle of sex before! At least not with me.
"Chad." I barely whispered his name. "What's going on? What are you not telling me?" He looked at me with his misty blue eyes, and they looked dead. Like there was no life in him whatsoever.
"Sonny." He whispered my name, running his hand through my hair. "I...I have to, to...to br-break up...to break up with you." The stuttered words were barely out of his mouth before I started hyperventilating. He was leaving me? After three years? We were 18, about to graduate high school, and he was leaving me?
Sobs shook my body and he pulled me close. And for the first time since we had started dating, I pulled away.
Without another word, I pulled my shorts and shirt back on, and grabbed my purse. The only sounds made were me and him sniffing every now and then.
Without turning to look at him, I simply stated, "Goodbye, Chad." And walked away.
When I was almost out of the park, I turned around. I could still see him sitting there on the slide, his head in his hands, with his jeans pulled up but still no shirt on.
It wasn't the fact that he had just dumped me that hurt me, or that the last thing I had said to him with emotion was a threat, no. None of that mattered in that moment. Because the reason I broke down at the edge of the park was the fact that I could see his figure shaking with sobs.
