affair II ; jack gilinsky

eighteen

jack's pov

i shut the front door behind me, chucking the keys onto the side table.

"where did you go?" savannah asked as she sat on the couch with her knees hunched up.

"out" i vaguely responded, going to get a glass of wine. i took a sip and stared through the open kitchen at a tiny suitcase sitting in the corner. "who's suitcase?".

"mine" she quietly spoke.

"well, where are you going?".

savannah finally turned her head to me, "to stay over at kendall's place for a few days".

i scoffed as i poured more wine into my glass, "running away from our problems?".

"no, jack. i just think that this will be good for us" she stood up and walked towards me. "to just calm down a little and take a breather. i mean, how did we even get to this? things were fine months ago".

i shook my head, "we? you mean, how did you get us to this, savs. this is down to you and max, okay. it always has been".

she took a second to take in what i said, before wiping the tear in her eye and heading to our room.

as soon as she walked away, i regretted every word. savannah and max may have wreaked some havoc to our relationship, but that doesn't change the fact that i love her, and that i still hate seeing her cry.

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even though it's just the two of us in this house, it can sometimes get a little loud. but the next morning, silence travelled through every room and wouldn't stop circulating.

i stirred the sugar in the coffee that i had just prepared whilst standing in my suit, ready for my first day back to work after the holiday.

i didn't even have to turn around to know that savannah had entered the room as her heels tapped against the floor.

"good morning" she said.

i sighed, putting the sugar back in the cupboard, "morning".

i turned around and quickly remembered one of the top reasons as to why i hate arguing with savannah, because when she looks hot, i'm barely able to do anything about it.

"jack, i know that i'm going over to kendall's place but how long is this going to continue? you being mad at me?" she inquired and i drank my coffee, trying to find a response but a text from her phone interrupted me.

savannah checked the message and quickly typed a reply.

"i have to go, actually. but i'll see you on friday" she told me and i nodded my head, as she took her small suitcase and handbag, then left the house.

with my coffee mug, i went towards the window to watch savannah leave. i instantly recognised the black range rover parked outside, but i squinted my eyes to check again and now knew that it definitely wasn't kendall's.

i saw savannah finally exit the building and it wasn't long before, max stepped out of the driver's seat and helped her put her suitcase in the car.