Union Jack (Jack Harries)

Five

(A/N: WARNING: the use of quite heavy profanity will be seen in this chapter. Don't worry, it's not too bad though. I just haven't used some of the words I use here in my other stories.) 

SOVI 

After mailing in her applications and finally deciding on a proper soundtrack for the short film, Sovi's life began to feel like it was in summer mode again. The sun was bright but didn't feel that hot, she felt like letting her hair down and just radiate good vibes as today was the last day of filming.

Meaning it was the last day Jack would ever have to pretend that he was in love with anyone other than Sovi for the rest of the summer. Which was the biggest relief she's had all day. 

Until, she perched her head by Jack's shoulder as they were wrapping up. 

"Hey, Linds" 

JACK 

"Linds?"

Nope. That definitely wasn't Lindsay. 

Jack turned around to see Sovi, whose face conveyed the fact she was ready to murder Lindsay then and there. "Not Linds?" Jack said, trying to bring some comic relief into the conversation but was only met with a snarky remark, "I'm not an Australian bimbo, now am I?" 

"Hey, Jacky!" Called Lindsay, who approached Jack shamelessly. By now, Jack was speechless, actually afraid what Sovi might do to Lindsay. Sovi was slowly losing control of her emotions; she was literally about to burst. 

"Well, speak of the devil's slut" Sovi said in a casual tone, "tell me, how long exactly has this affair behind my back been going on?" 

"Sovi!" Jack gasped, shocked at how Sovi was behaving. Taking a deep breath, Lindsay gave a lash of her own, "well, at least, I don't hide who I am behind his back!"

Sovi rolled her eyes, "yeah, but that still makes you a slut for getting yourself involved with someone who was in a relationship. I bet you any money that you got a really good fuck out of a foreign boy these last few days, didn't you? Did you get that Australian kiss? you know, just like the French... except down under? See, this explains the whole Jack not minding me missing the coffee date." 

What Jack couldn't believe wasn't the fact Sovi was cursing. What he couldn't believe was the fact that at this point, Sovi was still so passive. She didn't even confirm the fact they were in a relationship, she just pinned all the faults on Lindsay for ruining it. 

So he took a stand of his own, "at least she doesn't hide her feelings for me. Sovi, why didn't you just tell me about who you were?"

SOVI

That's when Sovi burst. 

"Oh, okay, so you're pinning this on me now." She said in a mockingly surrendering voice, "but, I have to commend you for finding that out. Congrats Sherlock and Slut." 

The look of anger on her face disappeared and was now met with disappointment as she fidgeted to get the charms out of her bracelet. 

"And since, you two are so good, why don't you answer my question. Trust me, it's not that hard. It's three words worth." Sovi said sarcastically again, "does it matter?" 

By now, Sovi had lost complete control of her emotions. Sovi's words hitting Jack like a knife in through the heart. But he began to think, did it really matter?

"Yes, I'm Jonathan Richter's daughter. Yup, I am a celebrity daughter. And to you, I'm practically one of the damned for not making it my Facebook status." she said, "I'm sorry if to you Brits, it's a crime to want to succeed on my own terms...to not want to be defined by family and to get into a Film School by myself with no fucking nepotism involved. And I thought that if I went into a program where people had the same passion as me, they wouldn't care if they found out who I was. I mean, maybe say that it's pretty cool but never actually damn them for not revealing it sooner.