You Think You've Got It, Don'tcha?

*Ryden's POV*

After my appointment I got out of the car and I walked into the house. Zack had the amazing idea to announce that he would be going back to Nebraska, and leaving with the guys to go to their next concert in the next few days and I was flustered. I didn't exactly like him going everywhere and I didn't like him saying that I can't join him.

"Ryden, calm down." He said, walking after me. I tugged the keys to the house from his hand and I unlocked the door, walking inside.

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down. I am calm." I said. I gave him back the keys and I walked to the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the bottom of the fridge and I looked in the cabinet for a box of white cheddar cheez-its that he's been munching on for a while.

"Don't talk to me like that. I don't think you realize who you're dealing with." He said sternly. I leaned against the kitchen counter and I looked him dead in the eye as he stood in the kitchen doorway.

"I know good and well who I'm dealing with here, and if you so much as lay a hand on me I won't hesitate to call the fucking police." I said, opening up my soda and taking a drink.

"You're overreacting and it's starting to piss me off." He grit his teeth. "I don't want you to go with me because I want time with the guys."

"Time with the guys? You literally hang out with them every weekend and you fucking drink your ass off at the bar and you play pool. You live literally right down the street or across the street from everyone in the damn band." I said, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

"Then I guess this is my way of breaking up with you, Ryden." he said sharply. I paused for a minute, not realizing that I let go of the glass bottle in my hand and I automatically spaced out. My heart, just as the bottle did, shattered. I snapped back into reality and I kneeled down, picking up the big pieces of glass by hand, and I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Do you want any-"

"No. I don't want your damn help.." I snapped. "Just leave me alone." I said, continuing to clean up my mess. I took off my shirt, cleaning up what was left of it and I threw it in the trash, shirt and all. I wouldn't be needing that anymore. "I'll be out of the house by the time you leave." I stated. I got up, and I walked to the bedroom. He didn't stop me. And that's what hurt the most.

"You don't have to, you can stay until I get back." He said.

"'Until I get back.'" I repeated. "Until you get back. Then where the hell am I supposed to go, huh? I don't have anyone that would take me in. I feel like I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. My heart is racing and my pulse is so loud inside my head that I can barely even hear what I'm saying. Just fucking leave me alone and let me pack my things. I'm going back to Nebraska."

"You're going back?" He asked. I looked back as him as I started to grab my suitcase from our closet.

"I have nowhere else. And I don't want to be here." I said. "I don't want to be here as long as you don't want to be with me." He stayed quiet. I sighed and I threw my shirt into the case. I honestly had nothing to say to him now and I had no idea why he would want to leave, when I have done nothing wrong to him to make him this way.

"Stay with one of the girls." He said, finally.

"Why? So I can see you every day and be reminded of what's not mine anymore? You've been talking to Gena, haven't you?" I asked, looking back at him.

"No. I haven't." He answered. "I haven't talked to Gena since we've been dating."

"Don't lie to me. Because I will find out." I said. This breakup was bringing out the worst in me; showing my true colors. I wasn't an idiot and I wasn't about to take shit from anyone.

"I'm not lying. Have I ever lied to you?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Just because you haven't, doesn't mean you won't. I'm trying to pack." I said, turning back to the closet and suitcase. He sighed, and he turned to walk out of the bedroom. I felt the tears stinging my cheeks as I kept packing and after a moment I picked up my phone, dialing my dad's number.

No response. Exactly what I needed. I yelled out with a sob, throwing my phone against the wall and I curled up into a ball by my suitcase. My life, at this point, felt like it was ruined. The love of my life, doesn't want to be with my anymore, and I felt like I didn't have a purpose here. I texted Brian, telling him what had happened.

"Are you okay?" The text back from him read.

"No. I'm going back home tomorrow." I replied, before locking the screen and sitting it on the floor. I closed my eyes, and eventually, without realizing it, fell asleep on the floor.

About an hour later I felt a hand on my waist and I automatically swatted at it, sniffling. "Don't touch me, Zack. Leave me alone."

"It's not Zack, it's Matthew, his brother." He said. I didn't get a response from knocking so I came in. Where's Zack and why are you sleeping on the floor?" He asked. I sat up, looking up at him, and I explained what happened. He looked pained that we weren't together anymore.

"...And that's why he's not here, I think." I said, rubbing my eyes. I checked my phone and I replied to Brian's text, and sat it back down again.

"That sucks." He said, "He can be a little self centered sometimes but usually he isn't like this."

"I know he isn't. That's what has me worried." I said. "I'm moving back to Nebraska and catching a plane tomorrow. When Zack leaves to catch up with the guys."

"He know you're leaving?" he asked. I nodded.

"I made it clear that I don't like staying where I'm not wanted." I said. He nodded back.

"You could stay with me." He offered. I looked over at him.

"Don't take this the wrong way but I really don't want to be reminded of him every day." I said.

"I'm not even home every day. I have this little shop that I make my stuff in. I don't do it from home. You'll get your distance, I promise." He said, patting my shoulder. I nodded.

"Okay. I want him to think I left and went back. Don't tell him that I'm doing this. Don't tell anyone." I said. "I'm almost done packing and I can move in tonight if you want me to."

"That's fine, I can play along with that." he nodded. I nodded back and I stood up.

"I'm 4 weeks pregnant." I said. "He probably left me because I'm pregnant."

"He wouldn't leave when it comes to that. I know that for a fact that he wouldn't leave you because you're carrying his child." Matthew said. I looked down as I kept throwing shirts and pants into my suitcase.

"I'm having my doubts." I said. After a while I finished packing and I looked over at Matthew, who was just chilling on the bed. "You didn't have to stay here."

"You need the company. No one who is trying to get over a breakup needs or wants to be alone." He said. Boy, was he right. I sighed.

"Well, I'm done." I said. "Will you see where Zack is? The guys are gone so I don't know where he would go."

"He's probably down at the batting cage, honestly." Matthew said. "He goes there when he needs to get his mind off of things."

"Make sure you know how long he's going to be there, because I need to get moved in tonight." I said. I looked at my phone and the time read that it was only 4:00PM. I sighed, regretting instantly looking at my phone screen to see the same picture of Zack that I had taken on our first date. I already missed him terribly.

"He shouldn't be gone too much longer. He probably left before I got here."

"Okay." I said. I sat on the bed next to him and I fell over, laying down with my legs hanging off the bed. "This sucks." I groaned.

"I know." He said. "It's going to get better with time."

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