[JackBarakat] You're The One [Spin-Off | I'm The Only One]

Six.

“Logan, please, we need to talk.” I don’t know why he chose right now to talk. I knew that we had to talk the moment I woke up naked in my bed with his shirt on the chair.

Shaking my head, I swallow the lump in my throat. It’s too late to talk now, and I'm positive that what he wants to talk about it only going to upset me.

Really, if he wanted me, he wouldn’t have waited this long and I know that. Jack tends to go after what he wants, and he didn’t go after me. Alex has no claim on me, none whatsoever. I don’t think that he ever did.

I know that it would cause Jack to stop and really think about whether or not he wants me, since I was with Alex. And I was with Alex, for a long time. We went through a lot.

But, in the end, Jack would have fought for what he wanted, and he didn’t want me. I've realized that, yet I can’t hear him say it.

When he says it, it’s going to hurt more. It hurts knowing that I'm not the one he wants like he’s the one that I want. Life must go on.

And right now, I have to do something better than mope around because I'm in one of the best galleries on the east coast.

I should be proud of myself. Hell, I am proud of myself.

I'm a strong woman. I am a strong independent woman who doesn’t need a man to make her feel worthy.

“Jack, tonight is my big night. I want to enjoy it. I’m finally where I wanted to be all my life. Please, you waited this long to talk to me, you can wait longer.” Forcing a smile, I spin around, not wanting him to see the smile falter.

After everything Alex put me through, I should be used to heartache and disappointment. I should have thick skin and I should be an independent woman who can handle all of this.

While I'm independent enough to know that I don’t need a man in my life to be happy, I'm too much of a hopeless romantic to understand that I don’t need someone.

Walking away from him, I reach my hand out and grab a glass of champagne off of someone’s tray and smile gratefully at her. “Thank you.”

I sip the champagne, careful to not gulp down the entire glass of it. “Zack, Zack, come with me to talk to one of the owners of the gallery.” Tapping him on the shoulder, I realize that Jack has followed me; I can feel his stare on my back.

With every move I make, Jack is watching, and I don’t like it. He doesn’t have a right to do any of this, to watch me, to follow my every move.

Laughing, Zack nods as he rolls his eyes at my sudden change of mood. He knows that I haven’t talked to Jack, because if I did I wouldn’t be happy. And I think that he’s proud of me for not letting Jack walk all over me.

“You should lay off the champagne.” He knows that it’s not the champagne. He knows that my mind doesn’t know what to do, so instead it completely focuses on how excited I am that my artwork is on display in this gallery.

Knitting my eyebrows together, I shake my head, laughing quietly. “I'm going to keep on celebrating until they take my paintings down.”

Rolling his eyes, Zack places a hand on the small of my back, leading me away from the glaring Jack and towards the owners of the gallery.

Hopefully he’ll leave soon, because I'm sure as hell not going to talk to him.

&&

He didn’t freaking leave. He didn’t freaking leave until the gallery was empty and I was walking to my car.

It drove me crazy, to see him there all night, knowing that he wanted to talk to me, and I know that he wanted to let me down easily, but making me wait this long and then going to the event and wanting to tell me then…

I hate males.

Females are too catty and annoying.

I'm going asexual.

The entire time I was avoiding him, I saw Alex and Zack tailing him like it was their mission. I don’t know why Alex was involved, because I certainly didn’t tell him that I have feelings for Jack, let alone that I slept with him.

Maybe someone told him. I really don’t care anymore.

I'm so done with that crowd. I need new friends. I can’t hang around them anymore.

Because what Jack shouted out to me while I was getting in my car was heartbreaking and disgusting.

“Logan, I have a girlfriend.”