Our Little Secret

Chapter 31

Sarah
It is nightfall and Jack is still out.

Sitting in the sofa, I switch between the channels while anxiously glancing out the window every fifth minute.

Where is he?

I have texted and called, but he doesn't answer me. Inside I have a worried feeling gnawing my stomach as I sit and wait.

The homework didn't take as long as I expected, which was a relief. Sadly enough Jack didn't show up as I thought he would do. It has been four hours and I haven't heard a word from him. Mum and I have already eaten and she is in her study, working with some problematic-client-thingie.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Startled, I jump up from the sofa and run to the door. Opening it, I stand eye to eye with Jack. Only he doesn't look like his normal self. His hair is a mess and his lips look sore and I do believe that I reckon the smell of alcohol.

"Where the hell have you been?" I demand, sounding very much like my mum.

"Out."

"No shit Sherlock! What the hell have you been up to?"

"That is none of your business," he slurs a bit on the words and passes me.

"Have you been drinking?"

"No." He frowns and then smirks. "Only a little."

"Jack, it is Monday evening! What the hell-."

"Enough with the -what the hell-, Sarah, honestly sometimes you are so annoying." He says dully and takes off his jacket.

"Better that than childish." I hiss furiously.

"Childish?" Jack growls and narrows his eyes.

"Yes, completely and utterly childish!"

"Don't you fucking call me childish," he snaps and yanking me towards him, holding me in place.

"You are."

"The fuck I am!"

"Yeah, you are! First you kiss me like a bloody lunatic in the morning at school and then act like a douche, just because I am with a friend. Then you get sulky when I don't want to take things at your pace and disappear without telling me where you going! And then you come back drunk!"

"I am not drunk." Jack's voice is quiet and intimidating.

I snort disapprovingly and Jack takes my chin in his hand, holding my face still.

"I. Am. Not. Drunk." He hisses and gives me a sober look.

"You smell of alcohol." I mutter sourly.

"That is because I've been drinking, but I am not drunk."

"What did you drink?"

Jack blinks at me in surprise, taken aback by my question.

"Just some whiskey," he shrugs.

"Why?" I look at him in disbelief. Who does that on a Monday evening?

"I was bored."

The answer is simple.

"Bored?" My eyes widen.

"Yeah, you didn't want to hang so I went to some friends, playing a drinking game." His voice is matter-of-factly and he looks very much sober.

"Mum's going to freak if she finds out." I tell him and his eyes snaps at me.

"You are going to tell on me?"