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eight

"kendall." jack rushes out into the living room. "i need to talk to you."

"no." i automatically say.

the last thing i want is for him to ruin my night or piss travis off. everyone continues to look uncomfortable and they just look at jack, who's making a big scene, just trying to talk to me.

"you can't keep running away from me like this." he says and he sounds so stupid.

don't get too cocky now. besides, who says i'm running? i just don't want to have 'that' type of conversation with him. he's gonna tell me all of these false things like how he isn't over me or how he likes me.

"watch me." i reply, grabbing travis' arm and dragging him out of the door.

i told him we could've ditched and gone back to his apartment, but no. he insisted we went because he wanted me to be happy and be with my friends. i can hear jack's loud footsteps stomp behind us and i thought i couldn't be anymore annoyed.

"dude, back off." travis stops walking and turns to jack, irritated. "she doesn't want to converse with you. stop bothering her."

"and if i don't?" jack raises his eyebrows. "i just want to talk to her quickly. it's a free country."

if they fight, i know jack would get his ass beat if sam and johnson don't join in. travis and jack are both the same height, but travis is a little more built than jack. i tug on travis' arm. i just saved jack from an ass beating.

"give us one minute." i tell him and he looks at me unsure, but then eventually gives in.

i walk around the side of the house with jack. my arms crossed over my chest, waiting for him to speak. he just lets out a little chuckle which confuses me so damn much.

"now that you're actually about to let me talk to you, i don't know what to say." he shrugs, his lips turning into a little smile.

i roll my eyes and begin to walk back to the front, but he grabs my arm. he's wasting my precious time.

"are you going to actually talk or laugh?" i ask and he bites his bottom lip, still smiling.

"i like you." he says and then adds. "again."

i narrow my eyes at him, "yeah, i figured."

"i just wanna know if you maybe like me back too. even if it's just a little."

"no." i lightly laugh and he tilts his head to the side.

"you're completely over me?" he asks and i nod my head slowly; i am, aren't i?

"yes, i've been over you." i try to truthfully say without stuttering like a completely fool.

he raises his eyebrows, stepping closer to me. i step back, but then suddenly realized i'm fucked because the side of the house is right at my back. if i don't stop him, god knows what he'll try to attempt.

"jack, don't do this." i put my hands up, trying to signal him to stop.

"do what?" he breathes, grabbing my wrists and putting them together, holding them between us.

my breathing falters as he begins to lean his face towards mine. oh no. i guess i was wrong when i said all of my feelings for him had evaporated. right now, they're all hitting me like a tidal wave.

"whatever it is you're trying to do."

"isn't it obvious, baby?" he asks, his face inching closer and closer.

i immediately push him off of me when i hear travis call my name. that was so close. i fix myself as i walk back around to the front, jack following super closely behind.

"you wanted it just as bad as i did." jack smirks, heading back inside.

"what's he talking about?" travis' eyebrows pull together. "what did you want?"

"nothing. it's nothing." i quickly answer.

travis is being so oblivious and i feel really bad. maybe we should take a break so i can figure out what the hell is going on. i hate doing this behind his back and lying to him all of the time.

"can you just drop me off at home?" i ask as we get inside of his car.

he purses his lips and nods his head. i know that he wants to ask why, but just leaves it as that. should i tell him while we're in the car? or when i get home and through text. fuck it, i'll just do it now.

"we need to take a break." i sigh.

i suddenly realize how pathetic i sound. a break?

he looks at me questioningly, "a break? what is that even supposed to mean? why do you want to take 'a break'?"

"because i'm confused about something." i murmur, leaving out the part about jack.

my mind is telling me to not let jack interfere, but i can't help it. he's everywhere now. my friends are hanging with his friends. it's impossible to get away from him.

"but why do we need to take a break? it's not like we're dating." he shrugs nonchalantly, looking at the road in front of us.

that practically makes my heart shatter. i never wanted to hear those words even though they're a hundred percent true. i really wished we were dating at times. we do act like a couple.

i ball my fists angrily, "oh." is all i say.

"what?" he asks.

"just drive me home." i mutter.

"kendall, you know i didn't mean it like that-"

i cut off his overused words, "just drive me home." i say through gritted teeth.

when we arrive at my place, he leaves the doors locked so he can speak, but i'm not up for it. i unlock the door myself and before he can say anything, i slam it shut, pretty much stomping up into my apartment.

my car is at his complex. i'll probably ask asia to take me to go get it tomorrow. this was not how i wanted my night to end. should i give jack another chance to prove himself to me?

i just don't want the amount of hate and envy that comes with it, and i don't like the whole long distance stuff when he leaves the state. that was the whole reason we broke up in the first place.

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