What do we do with a love like this?

--Morgan’s POV--

...A Week Later…

Andy has still been...weird with me. We would get into arguments over small things and totally blow up at each other, and it was starting to really bother me.
“Bitch,” He muttered as I passed him in the hallway.
“Asshole,” I responded, but then stopped moving. “You know what? I’m tired of this. Can we please talk about this outside?” I asked him, sighing with frustration.
“Fine,” he said and I went outside and he followed me. I closed the door.
“What is wrong with you? We got into one fight and now you always try to start things with me?” I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I’ve been starting with you? You’ve been the one always biting my ass whenever I say something. You are always glaring at me whenever I pass you or am near you!” He responded.
“I have good reasons for that. I’m trying to look out for my best friend since I don’t want someone to hurt her again. And you need to be more cautious with what you say and do. You gotta-” I started to say but was cut off when his lips were pressed to mine. My eyes widened and I pushed him away from me, looking at him in shock. I wanted to scream at him but I didn’t. I went inside and grabbed my phone, going back out and brushing past Andy. I climbed into the car and started to drive away from the house without saying a word to anyone.

What the fuck is wrong with this boy?

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