affair II ; jack gilinsky

twenty-one

for the past half an hour, i've been sprawled out on the bed, completely stuck in my thoughts and with dried tear stains against my cheek.

jack has been sitting directly behind the door for the past half an hour too. and i know this because every now and then, he would lightly knock begging for me to come out but i refuse to answer.

"savannah," he spoke in a calm tone. "babe, please. just open the door and let me talk to you, let me explain".

i exhaled lightly as he knocked once again. but this time, i got up and finally unlocked the door.

jack quickly stood once i came out. i could barely look at him, but he stared straight into my eyes which were of course, red and damp from the tears.

"i only opened the door, because i need a drink" i muttered. "i don't care about what you have to say, jack".

i brushed past him and did as i said i would by grabbing the cheap bottle of wine that we had in the kitchen cupboard and poured it into a glass.

jack uncomfortably watched my every move from closing the bottle to shutting the cupboard that i had to glance up and frown at him.

"if you don't want to hear me out, i'll hear you out. you talk, i'll just listen" he compromised.

well if he means it, then i might as well sit and say everything that i had been thinking about for over thirty minutes.

i sat down on the couch and jack sat beside me until i moved further away and settled my glass down.

"so say that i did have sex with max?" i began. "would you have forgiven me?".

"what?".

"if max and i had slept together in his bed the other night and you found out. would you have forgiven me?" i repeated.

he paused for a second, "yes".

"yeah, right" i muttered, taking a sip of my drink.

"okay, i would have been devastated for a while. but i would still want to be with you, savs. i've always wanted to be with just you".

i chuckled at him, "always wanted to be with me, huh? does madison not ring a bell?".

jack shook his head, "you can't bring her up. that was in the past, she is completely irrelevant to this".

"well, i think i should be allowed to say whatever the hell i want since you slept with someone else!" i retorted, releasing most of my anger.

i held my fingers on the bridge of my nose, trying to remain calm and not cry. but blurting those words out just made what jack did seem more real, and i hated it.

he didn't speak after i did, so i guess that he was still keeping his word of letting me talk first instead.

"is she pretty?" i inquired and he knitted his eyebrows in confusion. "this nadine, is she pretty?".

he sat forward with his elbows resting on his thighs, "you've seen her before at the work christmas party. she was the one who i think complimented you on your dress".