Dating Hollywood's Bad Boy

Chapter 21: "I love you. Is that not enough?"

Jack on the side and the song is what I was listening to when I wrote about half of this chapter!

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Chapter 21

“What is wrong with you?!” I screamed into the phone. “Why would you do that to mom, or me or AJ or Maddie?! She’s just a little kid, did the thought ever cross your mind that she would be traumatized, mentally and emotionally by this? And why would lie to all of us like that?! You have a whole other freaking life! You said that you loved us all, how the hell can I believe you?!”

“Kaylyn, if you calm down, we can just talk-”

“No! I don’t want to talk to you! You had your chance, you screwed up! Take the consequences and never speak to me or my family ever again!”

Frustrated beyond belief, I hung up and threw the phone on the floor as hard as I could. I ignored the sound of the glass of my iPhone shattering and crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at the ground. Who did he think he was, calling me and hoping to talk?

“Kaylyn, are you okay?” Jack asked softly, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. I didn’t realize he had walked over, but I didn’t care.

“I’m fine,” I said, roughly jerking my shoulder so that his hand fell away. Before he could reply, I grabbed the movie film from the shelf and went towards the old cash register, leaving Jack behind, spluttering like a fish out of water. He finally snapped out of his shocked daze, grabbed my phone off the floor, and followed me.

“Kaylyn, do you want to talk about it?” he asked, worry thick in his voice.

“No. I’d actually quite appreciate it if you dropped the subject,” I snapped. I knew I was being too harsh, he hadn't done anything to me, but my dad having the nerve to call me really ticked me off. I put the movie film on the counter and watched as Jack did the same with the camera. Greg looked a little confused behind the cash register, and I realized I should apologize for my little scene. “Sorry, Greg, I've been having some. . .family problems.”

“It’s okay,” Greg replied, knowing I was upset and angry. He rang up the two items I had picked out. “That’ll be thirty two fifty.” I looked over at Jack, who had already pulled out his wallet. I caught a glimpse of a few of his fancy, glamorous credit cards while he got out the cash.

After Jack had paid and what I’d bought was put in a plastic bag, we walked out of the store. He didn’t ask to hold my hand; he knew I wasn’t in the mood for anything like that. When we were halfway to his car, I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at him. He stopped, too, and his face turned into a mask of confusion.

“Jack. . .I’m sorry I snapped at you in there. My dad just really pissed me off, and I took it out on you. I’m sorry,” I said, giving him pleading eyes to show I was sincere.

“I know you’re mad, and it’s not your fault, what your dad did,” he said. “You can take out your anger on me whenever you want. . .I don’t mind. I know you’re going through a tough time, and I just want to be there for you.” I smiled, but my lip still quivered. I stepped forward and hugged him tightly, happy when he immediately hugged me back.

“Thank you,” I whispered. My eyes burned with unshed tears as I tried to find a calm. I pulled back to look at Jack's face, and before I even realized what I was doing, I leaned forward and kissed him.

Electricity sparked, the source being my lips, and it slowly spread throughout my body. Jack reacted immediately, dropping the bag he was holding to wrap his arms around my waist and pull me close. Our lips moved in sync, and I’d never felt more inseparable with anybody.