I woke up to an empty bed. Just me laying there, with nothing on. I sat up, holding the sheets to my chest and searching the ground for my clothes.
When I was dressed I began to walk downstairs before I heard Jack and Johnson in the living room. Sammy walked passed the stairs and saw me standing there with an angry look on my face.
"I made you breakfast, its in the kitchen." He spoke as he nodded his head towards it.
"Oooh Sammy's got a "friend" here." I heard Jack speak as he approached the stairs to take a glimpse at Sammy's "friend", or should I say me.
His face dropped as soon as I came into his view. Not expecting to see me standing here, in just Sammy's shirt. Hair a mess from the pervious night.
I lifted my hand and twiddled my fingers in a sarcastic waving motion. "Hi." I spoke.
I finished making my way downstairs, grabbing the back of Sammy's head and crashing my lips into his. "Thank you for making me breakfast." I smiled and walked away.
Jack's P.O.V
As Olivia pulled away from sammy my heart dropped into my stomach. How could he do that to me? His best friend?
I waited until she was out of ear shot to speak up.
"What the hell was that?!" I pushed his shoulder.
"What?" He nonchalantly asked.
"The kiss? Her in just your shirt, nothing else? You made her breakfast?!" I raised my voice.
"Why do you care?" He asked, anger very obvious in his tone.
"Because she is my ex that's why."
"Exactly. She is your EX." He walked back into the living room.
I didn't follow. I didn't blink. I didn't move. I stayed still because for once he was right. She was my ex and I couldn't worry about her anymore because of what I did to her. I hurt her. And he was there to comfort her. I broke her and he came in and saved her.
