The Senior ♡ Jack J

Fifteen

Author's Note

Hi!! As you have already seen, I have new covers for all my books, what do you guys think of them? They're kinda simple, but I like them that way. Enjoy the chapter!

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Previously...

"He kissed me."

It felt so wrong, but so right. I can't do this. I can't. Nash is literally right here on the floor, unconscious. I can't just let him lay there while a fuckboy comes along and kisses me. I move my hands to his chest and push him off of me, using all my strength. I drop on my knees in front of Nash's laying self. "Jack, go get me some water."

I didn't hear him move.

"Um, hello?? Go get my boyfriend some water!" I demand from Jack. I didn't want to focus on what just happened. Nash is literally unconscious on the floor. He sends me a death glare and walks to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He finally brings it back and I take it from his hand.

I then pour the water on Nash's face and slap him. Nash suddenly sits up abruptly and gasps.

"What the fuck just happened??" Nash yells, looking at Jack and I. I look at Jack with a glare and he shrugs. I groan and decide to let them talk to each other. I wanted to leave. I was so angry at Jack! He invaded our privacy and he's been a dick all day! What was his fucking problem!?

Jack and Nash watched me as I pushed pass Jack to leave the bathroom and gather my stuff to leave. I don't understand this weird behavior that Jack has been having today. Can't I just have a good relationship?

Jack's POV

After Kristen leaves, I look over at Nash. "Look, man, I-I'm sorr--" I start but he interrupts me.

"No, don't start that 'I'm sorry' shit. What the fuck is wrong with you, man? Bustin' in on my girl and I, and beating me up?! You need serious help, dude. Get out of my house and take your little blonde friend too." He says, glaring at me. Nash and I have never fought like this before. He was right. What has gotten into me? Am I jealous? No.

Yes.

I don't know..

I feel so shitty about this.

I give Nash one more sad look and I walk out the door. I look to find Alli and I gasp, seeing Alli and Gilinsky on the couch. They were..doing some dirty deeds. I decided to just let them be and I quietly walked out of the house. I see Kristen leaning against her car, on her phone. I fast walk up to her without her knowing.

I throw her phone out of her hand. And push her onto the side of the car, vigorously pressing my lips against hers. Her eyes are widened and she seems angry, so I have to act fast. I place my hands on the back of her thighs and pull her legs around my waist. I could slowly see her giving into the kiss. I pull away my lips and she doesn't say a word. She's not even looking at me. She looks..sad. Broken. I realize she's looking at the house. I furrow my eyebrows as a tear rolls down her cheek. I put her down and turn around to see Nash standing a few feet away from us. His face is angry and I realize the words coming out of his mouth and the tears falling from her face, is my fault.

"We're over, Kristen. Never talk to me, again." Nash says.

Good thing she has a protective case.