panties // j. johnson

thirty-one

camila's pov

i walked into jack's house and sat on the couch. i left my purse here so i needed to get it before i leave.

"hey baby, wait up. i think you left your purse in the kitchen."

i ignored him, not even turning my back. i walked into the kitchen and grabbed my purse off the table. i turned around quickly without even letting out a breath.

"hey, what's up?" jack asked, confused.

i shook my head quickly, and was about to leave his house. i ran a hand through my hair and right when i was about to leave, he stopped me. he grabbed my hand and held me under the doorframe.

"no, camila, i asked you something. now tell me, what's wrong." he said seriously and slowly, looking right into my eyes.

i looked over his head for a moment, thinking. i couldn't get my anger to one specific point, i just was angry all over. i don't even know why though, something about him fighting that guy really irked me.

"you want to know why? well, because you had a fight with this random dude at the apple store! like seriously, i get that he hit on me but it's not like i'm five years old! i was about to tell him to get away from me, you didn't need to embarrass me, or you for that matter, like that!" i confessed, almost scoffing.

jack looked down, and i almost wanted to hug him and kiss him and tell him that i forgave him, but that's what i always do, so i need to be stronger about this.

"wow, damn, i'm sorry, baby. i didn't know i was making you feel bad, i just wanted to protect you," he said, letting go of my arm.

i finished all my final state testing exams today and i feel like a free woman !!!