lose yourself ↠ jb

Lost

*I just wanna - Elijah Blake*

*Purpose - Justin Bieber*

*Say you won't let go - James Arthur*

Ashlynn

I kick Jack off of me and cover myself with a pillow.

"What the fuck are you guys doing in here?"

Dylan asked, scanning the room.

Part of him looks hurt and confused, while the other part of him is pissed.

He shoots Jack a deathly glare and gives me a questioning look.

Jack runs his hands through his hair and pulls up his boxers and sweatpants.

"Get the fuck out of my room."

He says in a low tone.

I catch my breath and stand up, tossing the pillow back on to the bed.

Dylan takes 0.5 seconds to scan my body, then speaks.

"Not you."

I swallow hard as Jack walks calmly out of the door.

Dylan slowly closes the door behind him and flicks the lock.

Fuck.

I'm screwed.

He reaches into the dresser and pulls out a shirt.

"Put it on."

I pull it over my head and stick my arms through.

"What the hell was that?"

I look down, not knowing what to say.

"Ashlynn."

He placed his hand on mine, gently stroking it.

The same electric shock travels through my body.

"Look at me."

I exhale deeply and do my best to look him in the eyes.

Once my eyes meet his, time stops.

Everything around us is still.

The soothing sound of rain fades away, making the only audible sound my beating heart.

"Don't fall for him, Ashlynn. You'll regret it. Mark my words."

Mark my words.

M a r k    m y    w o r d s.

My thoughts were interrupted when a deafening clashing sound could be heard from the kitchen.

I jumped up and tried my best to cover myself with Dylan's over-sized shirt.

I was stealing everyone's shirts today, my god.

Dylan sighed and unlocked the door.

Two boys were fighting on the counter, pulling at each other's clothes and hair.

I scanned the room for Jack, who was sitting placidly on the couch, smiling at the brawl.

"Alright Geo, Brad, break it up!"

The boys looked up, eyed each other, then separated. 

"Hijo de puta."

The shorter one taunted.

I smirked and uncrossed my arms.

"¿Muchachos, lo que parece ser el problema?"

Their eyes turned to me, hearing my question.