# chapter fifthteen

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"By the way, Jack, where's your booty call?" Rian asked, sarcastically.

"I don't know, I don't care," I shrugged.

"What? I'm right here, Jack!" We heard a piercing shriek coming from behind us.

"Oh! Sorry, babe," I shrugged again and return to watching the television.

"Ugh! Jack, baby? Can I talk to you alone? In our room?" Rochelle spoke again and tugged on my arm.

I nodded and followed her to our hotel room next door. She shut the door behind her and I sat on the sofa.

"What is it, babe?" I stared at her.

"I think you used me," she cut to the chase.

"It's more like you used me, honey," I rolled my eyes and then, smiled sarcastically at her.

"Hm. And I think you have a crush on Garfield the ginger. Am I right?" She put her hands on her hips.

"And what if I do?" I said it before I could flash it in my mind.

"Do you?" She narrowed her eyes at me and glared.

"Yes. In fact, I think I fell in love with her," I said it to make her jealous.

"Right and I think this is where the relationship ends, Jack," She folded her arms.

"Fine by me. We aren't even together," I lean back on the sofa.

She huffed and packed her things. I watched her. She packed everything and left out the door.

The disgusting smell of her rotten perfume lingered in my room. I took out my cologne and sprayed the whole room to get rid of it.

𝖣𝖠𝖸𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬 𝖠𝖶𝖠𝖸 ⊰ jack barakat ⊱Where stories live. Discover now