Just Friends || j.g.

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I ended up spending the night at Sam's. I opened my eyes slightly, taking in my surroundings. Sunlight filled the room, causing me to groan at the sudden pain I was feeling.

As my eyes adjusted, I slowly sat up and stretched. I looked beside me, only to see an empty space. I checked my phone and saw numerous notifications from Instagram, Twitter, and also text messages from both my mom and Jack.

I opened my mom's texts first.

[Mom] hey sarah, i'm just checking up on you

[Mom] hey, call me when you see this

[Mom] i know it's late but i just want to know that your safe

[Mom] just looked at your Instagram. no need to call, text me in the morning

[Sarah] good morning mom

I locked my phone, forgetting about Jack's messages, and got out of bed walking to the bathroom. I did my business and washed all of my makeup off.

I opened the bedroom door walking downstairs. There was a note on the kitchen counter from Sam. It read:

"Hey sexy lady,
I had to go get some groceries. I should be back in an hour or so.
                                       Love, Sammy"

He's so cute. I decided to go home and clean myself up. I grabbed my keys along with my purse and headed home.

*

As I entered my home I heard laughter and quiet conversation coming from the kitchen. I placed my keys into my purse and slipped off my shoes. I walked to the kitchen and saw my mom sitting at the table.

"Hey mom-." My voice became quiet once I saw who she was talking to.

"Oh hi Sarah. Look who came over." She gestured toward the figure sitting across from her.

"What are you doing here?" I furrowed my eyebrows and crossed my arms.

"I wanted to talk." He bluntly replied.

"I was going to go to breakfast with Christian, but Deja will be here. I'll tell her to stay in her room so you guys have some privacy." My mom said, standing from the table and smiling.

She walked past me, rubbing my arm lightly and then walking upstairs to her room and shutting the door.

Without hesitation I left the now awkward space, going up to my room. I heard shuffling at first and then footsteps following closely behind.

I turned, now looking at Jack.

"What are you doing?" I laughed.

"I'm coming upstairs with you." He seemed unfazed.

"No you're not." I started back up the stairs.

"What am I going to do?"

"I'm going to take a shower and get ready for the day. I don't know what you're going to do." I shrugged my shoulders.

"I really do want to talk, Sarah." Hope laced his voice.

"Whatever Jack. I'll be done in a while." I waved him off and walked in the direction of Deja'a room. I knocked twice and waited for her to grant me access to her cave.

"Come in." Her innocent sounding voice spoke up.

I opened the door, smiling once I saw her. I missed her a lot, I feel like I haven't seen her in forever.

"Hey Dej." I greeted her.

"Hola." She looked up from her phone. She stood from her bed, walking towards me as she engulfed me into her warm embrace. I hugged her back, smiling.

"I'm gonna take a shower. You wanna talk?" I offered.

"Sure." She went back to her bed, grabbing her phone and closing her door on her way out. I had already made my way to my room and into my bathroom.

I undressed and started the shower. I got in as there was a small knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened and in came Deja. I sighed in relief, thinking it was Jack.

"You do know that Jack is downstairs, right?" She questioned, taking a seat on the toilet seat.

"Yea. That's exactly what I want to talk to you about." I put shampoo into my hands and then washed it into my hair.

"Ok. I'm all ears." I heard her phone lock.

I proceeded to tell her everything that happened. And by "everything", I meant everything.

*

(( Play Breath Me by Sia))

As I wrapped the towel around my dripping body, Deja just sat there, astonished by what I had told her.

"Time to go little one." I shooed her out of my room. She stood and walked out, not saying a word.

I closed the door, getting dressed in a black bralette, a white, semi-baggy, see through shirt, and some black skinny jeans. I put my hair up into a messy bun and put only mascara on.

I hung my towel up on the bathroom door, brushing my teeth, and then going downstairs. I sat on the chair in the living room, staring at Jack. He was on his phone, obviously not acknowledging that I was in the room with him.

My mom was gone, meaning it was only Deja, Jack and I in the house.

I cleared my throat, gaining his attention. He looked up and examined my outfit.

"Speak." I crossed both my arms and my legs.

"What do you mean." He was genuinely confused.

"You came here to talk, so, talk." I said in a duh tone.

"To start, I'm not happy about whatever's going on between you and Sam. You're mine and-."

"Let me stop you right there." I held my finger up, leaning towards him. "I was never yours. I'm not an object, I am a human being. You can't claim me as yours." I spoke. "But let's say I was "yours", you have Brianna now, so the fact that I was "yours" is now out of the picture." I sat back in the chair.

"Brianna is irrelevant in this conversation." He waved his finger in between us. "Now, since you wanted to interrupt me, I'm going to start over." He repeated his first words.

"You're mine," he paused, holding his hand up to seize any words that would come out of my mouth, "and no one else's."

"That's where you're wrong." I mumbled.

"What was that?" Anger laced his voice.

"Continue." I rolled my eyes.

"So are you and Sam a thing or?" His voice became soft.

"Yea. Problem?" I used his own words against him.

He chuckled lightly, looking down and shaking his head.

"Look Jack. I honestly liked whatever it is that we had, but I'm not going to in between you and Brianna."

He looked up at me with the most hateful look I've ever seen.

"Get in between? Are you serious?" He raised his voice. "What are you saying?" He stood.

"I think it's pretty clear Jack. It's not rocket science." I scoffed.

"Just fucking tell me." He yelled. I flinched at how aggressive he was being. He started flailing his arms and I was scared that he would hurt me again.

"I'm done!" I yelled. "I'm done with this. I'm done with you!" A tear slipped.

His expression softened. Talk about bipolar.

He walked towards me, opening his arms.

"Don't touch me." More tears slipped. "Just go." I brought my hands to my face. "Go!" I shouted.

I looked at him one last time. His eyes were glossy and his head hung low as he walked to the door. He looked back, but showed no sign of emotion. With that, he left.

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-Lyssa