Jack Barakat Imagines

Cheating Jack :c (Part 2)

no can you please make a part two please I don't want an ending like this (Wattpad)

AN I got this as a request on Wattpad by user rubyrose23. Click here for part one. This one shouldn't be as shattering as the first one I hope. Thanks so much for all the wonderful feedback I've gotten on these, I love you guys so much. There's no text message for this one. Enjoy reading xx

Your POV

Despite telling Jack that we'd still be friends, I haven't spoken to him in like two years. The pain of my boyfriend sleeping with my best friend behind my back lingered for a long time. Whenever I saw his band on TV or heard about them anywhere, a pain in my chest would become apparent. It wasn't very fun at all.

After Cara's funeral, I didn't want to associate with Jack. I couldn't. How could I be friends with someone who betrayed my most intimate trust? I couldn't. I won't.

I told myself this every day, and yet every day I kept imagining circumstances where we'd casually run into each other and catch up. Maybe he'd fall in love with me all over again. Maybe he'd stay in love with me. But that was highly unlikely.

He broke my heart but after two years I still craved him near me. The likeliness of me running into him in Baltimore were pretty slim. I mean I know he lives here and all, but All Time Low is constantly touring around the world. Baltimore is a big city afterall.

I still had trouble being sad that Cara died. She was my best friend, yeah, but she went behind my back to fuck my boyfriend and expected it not to end badly. No matter how much fun we had together, nothing could patch up the wound she carved in a span of five minutes.

I was having lunch at a cafe around two in the afternoon because I was reminded of Jack in my little apartment. We'd spent so much time together in there, and his memory wouldn't leave me. I didn't want to move, mostly because his memory was there. I like to think that sometimes we were still together. I moved in with him but after the incident, I went back to my shitty little apartment. And I either can't stand it or I love it because it reminds me of him.

I was staring at my little 12 ounce latte in my hand, thinking about nothing when someone sits in front of me. No one ever approached me anywhere and my heart made a little leap making me think for a brief second that it was Jack. I knew what he looked like, sometimes I'd stalk his twitter or instagram. I never favorited anything though.

When I looked up, I was disappointed to find brown hair instead of black and blonde. I looked at the face and Jack's best friend, Alex, was sitting in front of me. I guess they were back from Europe now. I hadn't checked Twitter in a while.

He looked tired. Light bags were resting under his eyes, his hair was tousled, and his eyes were droopy. I guess it was a long tour. I hadn't ever really talked to Alex very much, Jack didn't really involve me in his music life much. Clue number one that he'd fall out of love with me.

"Yeah?" I addressed him.

"Y/N, we got to talk," he says, leaning closer to me on his elbows.

"Alright, I'm listening."

"Look, Jack hasn't been the same since the whole incident happened. He doesn't feel right about the whole thing. I know what happened, I know what he did to you, but he's falling apart. He won't eat, he won't sleep, all he'll do is drink. And when he does sleep, he wakes shortly after because of nightmares."

"He's probably having nightmares because he saw Cara die in front of him. You know, the one he actually loved."

"I've been talking to him, and he says it's not even about Cara anymore. Now his nightmares are plagued with you going under the bus instead. He knows he's fucked up, and he wants you back. You have absolutely no obligation to take him back, but that's what he's telling me."