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Thirty Seven

"I have to go get my Adidas sneakers that I left at your house..." I awkwardly say.

"Oh, okay." Jack says.

He gets out of the car and I mirror his actions. The worst car ride of my entire life. Even though it was short, it was full of temper and tension. He opens his garage and then walks behind me into his house. Where did I even last put them.

"I think they're in my closet inside my room." He tells me, creepily answering my unasked question.

I go up the flights of stairs until I reach his room. He follows behind me and I should be the one that's following him. It is his house. I immediately head for the closet, not looking around to see if he rearranged anything.

I instantly spot them in the corner. Bless. It was so bad driving barefoot the other day. I quickly grab them and then walk out of his closet. He's sitting on the edge of his bed, folding his hands together.

"Please don't go." Jack mumbles.

My eyebrows pull together in confusion, "what?"

"I said, please don't go." He repeats.

I heard him the first time clearly, I was just unsure. I shake my head, shaking off the thought and begin walking out of the room. I hear him get up from his bed, walking after me.

"Camila." He says softly this time and not angrily.

His voice and tone makes me turn around to hear what he has to say. I hold my shoes in my hands as I wait for something to come out of his mouth. I cock an eyebrow up and he gets the signal and behind talking.

"What do you want me to do to make it up to you?" He asks.

"Stop bothering me, maybe? I don't know?" I sarcastically laugh.

"I'm serious. Tell me what I need to do." Jack pleads.

"Not sure if I can forgive you after that whole situation." I purse my lips to the side. "I should get going to Sam's before it gets dark and before you get mad, I'm just going to talk to him about the kiss and how it was in the moment and didn't meant anything."

I can see the relief visibly take over him. He doesn't really have a right to be protective over me anymore. After he did things with Auburn. Jack shouldn't get mad if I'm moving on. He caused most of this.

"This all started because you didn't even tell me my parents were getting divorced." He says to me, his voice remaining calm, so I'm going to be calm back.

"I didn't want you to hear it from me. You're lucky they told you at dinner. If it weren't for me, you would've heard it through the phone when they went back to Omaha." I say all in one breath. "I was being considerate of your feelings."

His face softens, "I didn't know." He murmurs, a sound of disappointment in himself.

"Now you do." I let out a breathy laugh.

"I was angry that day because I thought our family was a good one. I guess not." He takes a step towards me, making me step back.

Jack deeply sighs, running his hand down his face, obviously frustrated because of all the new information being tossed at him and because of me stepping backwards.

"If we're never getting back together," his voice is shaking with nervousness. "Can I just hug you one last time, or something?"

Earlier, he was so pissed off at me, now he wants to hug? It's so odd how his moods flip when we're alone versus when we're will people or in public. I bite my top lip, bending a little and setting my shoes down on the ground.

I wrap my arms around Jack's torso and he lets out a sharp breath. His arms go around my shoulders, hugging me like this is the last time he'll ever see me. I feel his lips press on the top of my head in a kiss.

I swear my knees are going to give in at any moment. I'm always so weak when it comes to him and right now, I don't know if I can let go completely. This is too complicated and harder than I thought.

I mean, it was easy breaking up with Dylan, but Jack? He's a whole different story. I want to be with him even right after we fight. Our relationship is so bipolar and it always revolves around people and not the real world.

If we didn't focus on people so much, this wouldn't be happening. If we learned how to communicate with each other properly, we'd reduce our fighting by a ton. We both begin to sway back and forth, the longer we hug.

"I don't want you to leave me for good." He whispers.

"I don't want to leave you for good. It's just that you're so aggravating." I say. "You had sex with another woman this week."

"We didn't even have sex." Jack tells me. "I just said that to piss you off. Sure, we slept in the same bed, but we didn't have sex."

My heart lunches, just to go back into its normal position. Them not having sex puts me at ease. As weird as that sounds. They still slept in the same bed. He probably touched her and kissed her.

All of these disgusting thoughts are floating around my brain. I hate it when I overthink things. I let go of him and he's hesitant to let go back. I look up at him and he looks sad. His lips in a pouty form and his eyes drooping.

They're naturally droopy, but this is worse. I let out a sigh and do something risky, taking him aback and by surprise. I lean up, pushing my lips against his. As cheesy as this sounds, they molded perfectly together and he definitely kissed back. And hard.

His arms go around to wrap around my back, pulling me closer to him. We both pull away and both are breathing heavily. He then swarms me with kisses on my cheeks, forehead and neck. Whoa there, buddy.

"I love you, so much." He says and I just look back at him.

I don't know whether to say it back or not. Do I still? Did the kiss pretty much confirm that I still do love him? I try to absorb up that I just kissed him and I said I would never get involved with him again.

It's so hard being away from Jack. It's like he has a magnetic force pulling me back to him. He runs his thumb across my bottom lip as an affectionate gesture and I look at the collar of his shirt, still processing this.

Wow, I kissed two guys in one day. I'm turning into someone I never thought I'd be.

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