Three Unsaid Words

~The sober day #23~

I woke up on Jack's bed and didn't remember a thing. I saw Jack on the floor with a grin on his face. I grabbed his pillow and threw it at him. His eyes flung open and he groaned. 

"What?" He said getting up off of the floor. 

"What happened last night?" I asked him

"I don't know." He says trying to think

"Uhh whatever," I say

Jack tried to walk to his door but trips and looks at me. 

"Woah I almost lost my cool right there." He says

I roll my eyes and say "You can't lose something you never had." 

He walks up to me and hits my shoulder.

"I always had cool. You should find yours sometimes." He says.

I growl and jump on him. He tries to push me off but fails. He flips me off his back and I pull him with me on my journey to the floor. He falls on top of me and he stares into my eyes and I do the same. He stares into my eyes for a minute and I cough to get him to get his fat ass off of me. He gets off and looks at me.

"Thank you for getting your fat ass off," I say walking to the door to go back home.

"We should hang out more." He says before I walkout

"Sure whenever," I say walking out and going to my house. 

I see Bridgette running up to me and hitting me.

"Owww," I say rubbing my cheek

"How could you?" She says

"What," I ask

"Leave me alone with those two annoying boys." She says. I chuckle and apologize. 

We hang out for the rest of the day and go shopping at stores and picking out outfits and do girl things together.  We had a good day and talked about the things I did and I kept the killing thing out. We go to all of her favorite stores. We went to H&M, Target, and anything else. We bought a lot of things we almost didn't have space to carry anything else. Anyways I hope that no one finds out about what happened in Texas. That might have been the worst thing. Anyways we walk back to our houses with our things. I go to my room and go to bed. But that wasn't the worst thing that happened....The worst thing happened the next day...