affair II ; jack gilinsky

thirty-five

jack's pov

"please rise, mr. jack finnegan gilinsky" the judge ordered and i did as i was told. "...for a minimum of two years, i hereby sentence you as guilty of attempted murder to mr. maxwell preston".

before i knew it, two officers were stood by my side and tightly locking my hands into metal cuffs.

i looked over at the stand and watched savannah, happily rush down towards max and hug him tightly with smiles growing on both their faces.

he soon cupped her face in his hands and leant in to softly kiss her lips, before she pulled apart and started placing tiny ones against his.

"you won" she said to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"only because i had you" he told her.

"...i love you" savannah whispered to him. "it's always been you, max".

he moved her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear, "i love you too, savs".

they hugged one another again - max smirked at my defeated face over her shoulder, before the officers forcefully took my arms and dragged me towards my cell.

hastily, i sat up and opened my eyes - sweat sat on my forehead and my heart pumped rapidly until i realised that i was just in my room, sat on my bed and it was all just a dream.

i sighed with relief, tugging my hands through my hair then pulling them down my face.

that was the same dream that i had over and over again, before i was officially convicted for max's assault.

after i was arrested, i'd lie in my cell thinking that that's how the trial would end: i'd be wrongly accused, savannah wouldn't care and max would get exactly what he wanted - her.

i checked my phone beside me and it was 10am. i could hear conversation coming from downstairs, so i decided to finally get out of bed and go down to have some breakfast.

i walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and stretching my arms.

"morning, sleepy head" derek called out as he leant against the counter top with a bowl cereal in his hands.

"why does it look like a dirty laundry bomb exploded in the living room?" i questioned.

"yeah, we have made it pretty messy in there" nate mentioned, sitting up on the counter.

"we?" johnson emphasised. "you mean you, since you're the one who sleeps on that couch. my room upstairs is spotless".

"our room, but you seem to forget that i'm sleeping on the floor every time you try and go to the bathroom" sammy complained, rubbing at his side.

i switched on the kettle and took out a cup to start preparing some coffee.

"you do realise that you all don't have to stick around here in london, i'm fine now" i told them.

"what? no, i like all this company" derek moaned. "this house gets lonely and plus, your friends are way more fun than mine".