Smoke Filled

Hangry Female Hormones

I hopped into my car, Logan had stormed after me and was proceeding to come to my door, but I backed out of the driveway as fast as that crappy little thing could take me. Tears were filling up my eyes and pouring down my cheeks. I tried hard to light a cigarette without swerving off the road, but my hands were just too shaky. I focused on getting home, being home, seeing friendly faces.

When I did finally arrive, no one was there, I raced to the door and got inside. Tears were still pouring down my cheeks and I saw a car in the driveway. I flinched as the door opened and Jackson's voice filled the room. When I heard him say my name, I broke. I collapsed onto my knees with my face in my palms, just sobbing. I had finally, completely lost Logan, there was no hope of us getting back together. He was gone.. Even with how angry I was, I was still heartbroken.

He knelt on the floor close to me, slipped his arms under mine and pulled me close. He didn't let go as we stood up together. I was still crying but this act, made me feel a lot better. We hugged for a long time, at least it felt very long, but he pulled away eventually.

"I'm sorry" I said, wiping tears from my red face.

"Why are you sorry?" He asked.

"I should've just listened to you, I'm so stupid. You were right."

"I was right, but Jude you are not stupid. You did what you thought would make you most happy and I see that now, I shouldn't be so over-protective."

"Jack you're all the right kinds of protective. I didn't realize I needed you in my life this much. Thank you."

"You know I'll always be here." and he was right, I did know, in that moment.

I went into the bathroom and washed my face, taking off all my streaky makeup. Only to reveal puffy red skin. I then walked into my bedroom, where Jackson was.

All the boys would accidentally leave clothes here so I just washed them and put them all in a trunk in the corner, I walked in while Jackson was looking through it. He turned and smiled at me when he found clothes that were his.

"Sweet! My sweatshirt." And I giggled a bit.

As he took his T-shirt off, his back turned to me, I watched him carefully. His back was carved so precisely, every muscle defined, and he had small freckles on his broad tan shoulders. I hated that all I wanted to do in that moment was kiss them..