Jack's Pov:
"Bye steph" *kisses forhead*
Okay I need to leave to my house my parents are probably wondering where I am at I'll just text Steph I left so she won't wake up scared that I disappeared.
*In the morning*
Steph's POV
Why am I on the couch? Where is jack? I don't remember much from yesterday just that we were watching a movie and then it all went black. Hmm let me check my phone.
*message from jack*
"Hey beautiful I left your house because I didn't want to get you in trouble "
"Morning sleeping beauty wake up your going to be late for school"
"Steph are you up yet? Wake up ! I'll take you to school today"
"I'll be there in 10 minutes"
Aww jack blew up my phone. Wait he sent that last message at 6:36 Am its 6:41 I have 5 minutes to get ready!! Shit I should text jack back.
"Morning handsome sorry I didn't answer I just woke up. I'll get ready now see you soon"
*5 minutes later*
Shit Jack is here.. Okay makeup is done.. I changed.. Omg my hair.. I'll just put it In a messy bun.
*knock knock*(who's there ha jk)
"Hey jack "
"You ready yet beautiful?"
"Yes let me just get my book bag"
*on the way to school*
"Hey steph sorry for leaving you last night I didn't want to wake you up and I didn't want to get you in trouble"
"It's fine.. Thanks for caring so much "
"So today Sammy is throwing a party at his house and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me ?"
"Jack I would love to"
"Ah cool so I'll pick you up at 7?"
"Yea sounds good"
*at lunch*
Jack's POV
"Hey steph sit next to me"
"Okay, so jack you haven't told me much of yourself."
"Well let's see I'm 18 I sing Johnson is my best friend I'm on a tour called magcon I love my fans I care for my friends and ya that's pretty much it"
"Ha well don't you have a interesting life"
"Yep what you see is what you get take it or leave it"
"Hmm I would leave it sorry.. Just kidding I would take it"
"Harsh much" I start laughing and look towards the entrance of the lunchroom and who do we find there .. My ex Britney. I can feel my face turn hot I start to tighten my fist .
