Chloe's POV;
"Time to go.", I felt someone nudging me. I shook the sand out of my hair and gawked at how light it had gotten. Quickly folding my towel and putting my tanning oil and sunglasses into my beach bag, I walked back to the apartment with Alyssa. She was holding Hayes's hand and talking about some stupid inside joke. I looked at Jack Johnson and Nash running around in the middle of the street and I kicked a rock.
I definitely looked like a loner.
Jack! My head shot up as I heard the laugh that sounded so much like his. I spun around hoping to see that face, but it was that Erik kid with his friends. I couldn't help but look at him. He reminded me so much of Jack, except he had a pure sweetness in his eyes.
Jack's eyes were cold, hard, and wanting.
Erik caught me glaring, but instead of shooting me down he smiled and waved. I waved back finally reaching home.
"Let's roll dudes.", Matt said ringing the buzzer. None of us had brought our keys.
"Did Jack leave?", I asked Taylor.
He shook his head and looked down at me, his hand took a rough grip on my arm and he squeezed my hand.
"No, he left to go drink with Cameron I think. But really, stop thinking about him Chlo."
"Wait....you left him and Cameron alone in our aparment drinking!?", Alyssa screamed at Taylor. He raised his hands and backed down shocked.
Hayes held her back wrapping his arm around her and continued ringing the buzzer.
Jack G's POV;
"Fuck her man.", I said cracking the empty can and attempting to throw it into the garbage can across the room. It was too blurry and when I focused on it my head began to hurt like crazy. Cam just laughed at me and I dropped the can spilling a bit on the rug under the coffee table.
"Shit.", I whispered.
"Stop thinkin about her Jack. Just gonna make it worse.", Cameron replied.
I held my head in my hands and tried standing up but a huge weight came over me and a rush of dizziness as well. I sat back down gripping onto the arms of the seat.
"Shut the fuck up!!", I yelled at the door.
"What is that beeping?", Cameron said through gritted teeth. We were both becoming really frustrated with the buzzing noise.
My mind was hot and swarming with thoughts and a million things running through my head.
"I should just kill myself honestly.", I groaned looking to the side for Cam. And there he was and I saw him for what he was becoming.
Pale and sick.
He had purple bags under his eyes and his once thick brown hair was thinning and falling out by the second. The muscles in his arms were beginning to fatten and fade and his teeth weren't that pearly white shade anymore. His head laid back and he stared up at the cracks in the old ceiling.
"I can't believe they just took us in.", he said ignoring my plea for help. I walked out onto the balcony with two plastic green chairs sitting there and the basketball court beneath us. The sun was harsh on my eyes but I could see Nash and what I think was Jack Johnson running in the street.
"Oh shit. Maybe the buzzing was them!", I said out loud to myself.
But once I turned I walked into the screen on the door- hard.
I bounced back with my back slamming into the rail of the balcony and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.
My head threw itself back and with all the muscle and weight I could feel myself begin to go flying and I realized that everytime I've ever wanted to kill myself and thought the world was a blackened, terrible place-
I did not want to die.
