I was sitting in the airport currently trying to get a ticket. Why should I stay in LA if nobody here likes me. My brother hates me so much, my friends hate me. Worst of all I lost Jack.
He was there for me through everything. It didn't matter if it involved him he just didn't want me to get hurt. In the end he was right. Nash did get mad. He kicked me out and said somethings that I thought he would never call me.
Where am I suppose to go besides back home. My mom would help. But I can't leave. Something here is holding me back from going. I quickly take out my phone and click on a contact name.
"Hello?" A raspy, quiet voice asks through the phone.
"H-hey can you come and get me?" I ask.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Nash kicked me out." I say as my eyes get teary.
"Yea for sure. Where are you?"
"The airport." I say and walk towards the exit.
"Ok i'll be there in a few." He says as I hear him shuffling then a car door close. The line goes dead as the call ends. I just want him to get here, and quick.
I was already tired, but when he got here it was around 2:30 in the morning. "Hey." He says as I get in the car.
"Hi." I say quietly. My eyes were puffy from crying.
"Are you okay?" He asks looking at me.
"You were right. Nash got mad and kicked me out. I did get hurt. I lost everything." I say as I look out the window of his car.
"I'm sorry. I know I just made things harder for you by getting mad. It's just..." He trails off and doesn't finish as he continues to stare at the road as he drives.
"It's just what?" I ask him.
"I already hurt you and I didn't want to see you get hurt again. My biggest mistake was hurting you, not looking for you. I'm so sorry for that. You were already hurt enough and I just made things worse." He says getting angry at himself.
"Jack it's okay. I've gotten over it. The past is the past." I tell him as we enter his neighborhood.
"I miss the past. The past that we shared. I want it all back." He tells me as we pull into his driveway. I nod and sigh.
"Me too." I mumble to myself.
"You can sleep in the guest room." Jack tells me as we walk in his house. It was quite nice. Only two teenage boys live here and it looks like two middle aged adults couldn't even afford this house. I walk up the stairs behind Jack as he leads me to the guest room. "My room is just down the hall on the right." He explains as mine was to the left of the stairs down a hall and his was on the right of the stairs down a hallway. My room was across from the bathroom as I saw it before I entered the big, empty room. The only thing in here was a bed with black sheets and a red blanket on the bed.
I put my bag down on the floor and fall on the bed going into a sleep instantly.
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A/N
Just a short little filler chapter! This story is slow and boring and im sorry. it will get better. Ill update later!
