First Fight

Gianna's pov:

"I'm hungry...." Jake whines, as we walk into the mall....

AFTER.

WE.

JUST.

HAD.

DINNER.

"Jake we just ate." I whine back, dragging him to the first store I saw, instantly feeling giddy about the new rack of clothes getting ready for the winter season.

"But the long car ride made me hungry again."

"But we walked here?"

"That's my point!"

"It was directly across the street!"

"Your point is...?" He mutters, grabbing my arm and leaning into while putting his head slightly on my shoulder.

"Aren't you one for PDA?"

"Mhhhhm why do you even like shopping, it's so boring...." he whines again.

"How is buying clothes boring? It's fun treating yourself."

"You know what is also fun that involves treating yourself?"

"What?"

"Food."

"Jake!"

He slightly smirks and stays clinging to me the whole time we were in that store and the next, but I wasn't able to find anything that I wanted yet.

I'm that type of shopper, I only get what I really like, otherwise why even waste my money?

After a while, I found a cute red dress and slightly push Jake away from me.

"Nooooo."

"I have to try this onnnn" I laugh, pushing his face away as I look around for a cloths fitting area.

"That looks your size just get it."

"We are no going to the food court just yet don't rush me."

"Dang it."

After asking an employee for help, she leads me to more of a hidden section of the store where the dressing rooms were.

I mumble a thank you to the employee and head in.

Surprisingly, it fit perfectly.

Usually I would always try on the wrong size at first, resulting in having to try on a different size.

I look at myself, smiling in the mirror, happy with how it looked.

Like I said, it was a red dress that was tight around my stomach but loose as it reached my mid thigh. It was a v- neck, but thankfully it did not show any cleavage.

I don't know why but I always have been like that. I just don't feel comfortable showing too much skin around people, it's just how I am, but it's not like I body shame myself or anything.

I've always been pretty content. I have never felt obsessed or downgraded with myself, it was more like an 'eh' kinda feeling.

I was just fine with how I looked, I feel like I have more of an average body type which I'm more than okay with.

After taking one last glance at myself then fixing my glasses, I take a step out of the fitting room to show Jake the dress.

The only probably was.... he wasn't there.

"Jake?" I ask, looking around while slowly walking out of the fitting room.

I was in there for three minutes....

He wouldn't leave.... would he?

I look around again, but there was no sign of him at all.

He really did.

I turn around to head back into the dressing until a voice stops me in my tracks.

"Damn girl, are you here alone?" I turn around instantly, as I see a guy around my age looking at me up and down.

It was disgusting.

"Uhm... I... no." I mumble, attempting to turn away from him but he grabs my wrist.

"No don't go, I just want to know your name-..."

"I have a boyfriend." I yank my wrist out of his hand, ready to knee him in the balls as soon as he even thinks about touching me again.

"Really? I don't see anyone here with you right now."

I hate guys who think they have the balls to keep talking to a girl after they already say that they have a boyfriend.

Let me tell you those are the guys who are ball-less no later than forty.

"Leave me alone." I glare, as I attempt to once again leave for the dressing room, but instead, he grabs my waist.

And on instinct.

I. Kneed. Him. Right. In. The. Balls.

"PERVERT." I yell at him as I march right back to the dressing room, quickly changing out of my dress to my clothes.

When I finish, I quickly walk out only to see him on the ground, his hand covering his crotch as he mumbles under his breath, I think I even saw a few tears.

Like I said...

Ball-less by forty, but for him....

It just happened to be a lot sooner.

I quickly pass him and head to the check out, fuming.

I can't believe Jake would just leave me like that.

God, this is why I always take people shopping with me, because of all the rude and senseless people in the world.

I understand Jake wanted to go to the food court, but he shouldn't have just left like that without telling me.

After quickly paying for the dress, I end up speed walking through the mall, I come across the food court, scanning my eyes around the whole place, until I saw a familiar bob of hair sitting at a table, eating.

I march right up to him and slam my hand on the table.

Over dramatic, yes.

Freaking out over probably nothing, yes...

But trust is something that has always been important to be.

Jake just easily leaving me alone in the store after I always tell him I feel uncomfortable and kinda scared going out in public alone, well some trust that is.

"Ahhhh" Jake screeched slightly, looking up at me, "Why did you do that, I'm eating!"

I don't respond to his words, instead, I shake my head at him.

"Why did you just leave me alone in the store?"

"I said I was hungry-..."

"So you just left me there, not evening caring to think about at least saying 'hey Gianna, can I get food' other than just not saying anything-..."

"Chill, I don't see what the big deal is, you are acting like I abandoned you in the wilderness or something-..."

"You know how I feel about being alone in public places Jake. I always tell you that-..."

"Well guess what, you survived!"

"I can't believe you right now-..."

"Really? I did nothing wrong! You were perfectly capable of trying on the dress and finishing by yourself, I don't know why you are yelling at me all of a sudden."

"Fine, if there is nothing wrong, then I'm leaving." I turn around and walk away, ignoring his calls.

"Gianna Stop!"
"Stop walking!"
"Gianna!"

I just roll my eyes.

If he just apologized, I would have just explained to him how I felt but with that defensive attitude I'm not even going to bother.

Plus, how could he say that about how I felt about being in public places.

He just brushed off my words like they didn't even matter to him.

I walk through the exit of the mall, and continue down the sidewalk.

"Gianna!!!" Jake shouts again, as he was starting to catch up with me.

I break into a sprint.

I run until I reach a small grassy area, I sit down and cross my arms over my legs, resting my head on my arm as I try to hold in my tears that were threatening to escape.

Even when I felt him sit beside me, I didn't move a single inch.

It was silent for a few minutes, only the sound of our breaths, well mostly mine, because of how much I wasn't in shape.

"Gianna, please look at me..."

"Go away."

"Can we just talk?"

"Go away."

"Look at me, please....."

"Go-..." but he grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him. His glossy eyes make contact with mine as I close my mouth, frowning.

"Okay, I get it, I made a mistake, I'm sorry. I didn't think it was a big deal, and I take full responsibility-...."

"It's fine-...."

"I know when you say that you don't mean that, please tell me what I can do to fix it-..."

"No, no I accept your apology, I'm just overreacting." I look back down at the grass, not meeting his stare.

"No you're not, you have every right to be upset. I'm an idiot, and I should have stayed when I knew that you hated being in public alone. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I mumble, no moving or even looking up at him.

I couldn't for some reason.

There was another long pause, until he broke it.

"Did... did something happen?"

"N-No" I answer quickly, but my voice cracks. I instantly wince at how fake of an answer it was.

Jake responds instantly, in a tone that was.... kinda scary.

"What. Happened." His words were sharp, and more clear as I nervously bit my lip.

Still not looking up at me, I sigh, "I don't know, there was this guy. He kept trying to hit on me and kept touching me, but I dealt with it-..."

"WHAT!!!!!" Jake screams as I flinch from the sudden noise.

He quickly stands up, his hands making a fist as he starts to head toward the mall.

It was almost like his eyes were a whole shade darker, they held so much anger as I ran to catch up with him.

"No.... Jake don't!!" I tug at his arm, but he just shrugs it off and continues walking, getting faster by the second.

No wanting him to cause a scene or even get arrested in that matter, I run in front of him and hold my hands up.

"Gianna. Move."

"No, you need to calm down."

"I'm very calm, let me through-..."

"Stop, I dealt with him, it's done, okay-..."

"HE PUT HIS F*CKIN HANDS ON YOU!!! LET ME PASS GIANNA."

"And I'm okay!!! Look, see, nothing is wrong-..."

"There is something wrong!!! He touched you without your consent!!"

"He's just a douche, it doesn't matter-..."

"Gianna I can't be discussing this right now, just wait in the car, let me go in-...."

"NO!!! I know what you are going to do, please... just stop." My voice becomes quieter near the end of my sentence, as Jake's stiffness softens as he takes a deep breath.

"God, I'm so sorry, if I knew-..."

"But you didn't, okay? Let's just go home, I'm tired." I grab his hand.

He was hesitant at first but then gave in as he followed behind me.

We walked in silence, until we were sitting in his car. The music was on, barely audible, getting rid of some of the awkwardness of the silent car ride.

It was if neither of us knew what to say, but it made sense.

It was our very first fight after all.

But that was until Jake spoke up, breaking the awkwardness of the car ride.

This was one of those moments that I certainly will always remember.

"Earlier, you said you dealt with it, the whole, you know...  but what did you actually do?"

At this, I slightly smirk to myself, still looking out the window of the car, "I de-balled him."

...

"What?"

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