Obstacles♡-Jack Johnson FanFic

#19♡

2 Weeks Later//
Brooke's POV:

Me and Jack stayed back at the crib while the other boys had a night out.

Jack has been really clingy lately.

I like it.

We're watching Kevin Hart right now.

That man is one hilarious human being.

He is my spirit animal honestly.

"Noooo she wasn't readyyyy," Jack yelled and laughed.

"Goof," I teased and shook my head, "by the way, put a shirt on."

"You know you like it," he smirked.

"You my friend, are a mega show off."

"Only for you pretty lady," he whispered and kissed my forehead.

The door busted open and in came a really drunk Taylor Caniff.

Oh god.

"POMEGRANATES," he yelled and spun around slowly, still almost falling to the ground.

A few seconds later, an even more drunk Sam came skipping into the house.

"Brooke! Had a g-great time the other nightt babe, let's do it again sometime," he slurred and winked at me, then passed out on the floor.

I froze.

Jack was looking at me with confusion.

Shit.

"We should go upstairs," I suggested and got up, taking Jack's hand, then bolting up the stairs.

In his room we went.

I sat down on his bed and he sat down right next to me.

I was staring at my feet, having no idea what to say.

It was silent for a few more moments.

A lot of thinking.

"What about this 'night' with Sam made it so great?" he asked me.

"Nothing," I answered, "it wasn't great at all."

"Was it the night of the party?"

I buried my face into my hands, not saying a word.

"Brooke was it the night of the party?!" he repeated a little louder.

I nodded.

He sighed and looked away for a couple seconds.

"You guys-"

"Yes," I interrupted him because I knew the question he was going to ask.

"Unbelievable."

"Jack I'm sorry," I apologized and tried to grab his hand but he swatted mine away.

"Don't be," he whispered, got up, and walked towards the door.

"Are we-"

"Yea we are," he said and slammed the door behind him.

A tear slipped out of my eye and ran down my cheek.

I took a deep breath and let it out.

Dammit.

I curled up into a ball and started balling my eyes out.

Stupid.

Stupid.

So stupid.

I love Jack.

I've never felt like this towards anyone before and I just threw that relationship away.

Somebody knocked in the door.

"Please leave."

The door opened.

It was Matt.

"Oh Brooke," he whispered and came to sit by me.

He hugged me tightly for about 20 seconds.

"I'm so sorry," he said.

"I am too," I responded.

"You don't have to be sorry," he told me, "why are you sorry? You didn't just break his heart, he broke yours."

"I made the first mistake," I paused, "this wouldn't of happened if I didn't you know what with Sam because I know he told you about it."

Matt's POV:

She needs to stop blaming herself.

It's not her fault.

I hate seeing her like this.

I should be the one to blame.

I'm the one that spiked her drink so she would get woozy enough to go up in the room with Sam.

Sam is the one for her and I needed to get Jack out of the picture.

1st step is done.

Next step, getting Brooke to like Sam.