“Why are you going through my phone?"
Cursing quietly, Jason shook his head, his heart pounding at the sudden sound from behind him. He was snooping, yeah, he wouldn’t lie about it; he’d had reasonable suspicion and he was going to get to the bottom of it. No matter how pissed Aria would’ve gotten at him, he didn’t care. Maybe, deep down, it was all paranoia. Aria was a fantastic catch, and, realistically, how long could he hold on to her? His bad boy personality, gifts, and the fact that he was a great fuck would only take him so far. Aria could do far better than him, not to mention the fact that he was pretty sure her family hated him for the way he was. But he couldn’t help it. And with his girl being so distant lately, he had been rightfully curious when she spent their whole night together on her phone, rather than talking to him. Hand balled into a fist at his side, Jason took a deep breath and turned around, her phone held tightly in his opposite hand. Groaning quietly, he gritted his teeth together, trying to regain some type of composure before talking. “‘Cause you’ve spent the entire fucking night on this stupid things—” He paused, shaking the phone in the air before throwing it onto the couch. “Instead of talking to me. Your boyfriend? And who the fuck’s that person you’re texting with all the goddamn heart emojis next to it?” Rather than stepping forward, Jason took a step back, making the conscious decision while he could that he couldn’t get too close to her when he was mad.
"Do you want me to leave?”
Arms crossed tightly across his chest, Jason was aware of how stubborn he was being. Every now and again, Aria pissed him off, and the same deal happened the other way around. It was unhealthy, sure, but it was them. They learned to deal with it, and while Jase knew that twenty-four hours from then, he’d have no idea why he yelled at her in the first place, that didn’t keep him from being annoyed right then. But no matter how stubborn and dickheaded he was, he didn’t want Aria to leave. Having her around— even if they were sitting in silence and ignoring each other— was better than not having her by him. “No,” he retorted, a slight sting in his voice. “You can stay, I don’t care,” he brushed it off, scooting over on the bed to leave her enough room. They’d make up within due time.