affair II ; jack gilinsky

forty-five

jack's pov

we all assumed that we'd go straight to bed after a long morning, but it was 10pm and we suggested that it would be nice to head out by the lake for a while.

we set up a small fire and sat around it on chairs and old logs, whilst roasting marshmallows to make a few s'mores.

a stupid and pointless game of truth or dare earlier caused us guys to jump into the cold lake, but it was surprisingly refreshing so i wasn't complaining.

i sat by the fire, fiddling with my phone in my hands and watching savannah and tristan feed each other marshmallows as she sat on his lap.

they've been messing around and giggling in each other's arms for the past twenty minutes, and it seemed as though i was the only one who was becoming slightly bothered.

"i'm going back in the water — lauren, you coming with this time?" i asked her as she filled up a graham cracker.

"no, i'm not in the mood of getting wet" she declined.

"but obviously that'll change when zayn arrives tomorrow" sammy immaturely responded, causing her to chuck a few crackers at him.

tristan's phone suddenly began ringing again. he huffed and dug into his pocket to look at the caller id.

"it's work" he told savannah.

"again?".

"yeah, give me a few minutes?" he offered and she moved from his lap, so that he could stand up.

"minutes, okay. not hours" savannah pointed her finger at him.

"yes, of course" he planted a kiss on her cheek, then answered the phone to make his way back towards the house.

savannah watched him walk away and all i could notice was her mood suddenly fall.

"hey savs, up for a swim?" i asked, pulling my shirt over my head and grinning to perk her up.

"in the pool — maybe, but not this lake" she grimaced.

"why not? are you scared?" i inquired to tease her.

she knitted her brows together, "of water?".

"of lake monsters".

savannah shook her head, unable to believe that i could possibly and maturely suggest that, "am i five?".

"sometimes" i shrugged. "come on, everyone's gone in but you".

"tristan hasn't" she protested.

"he doesn't count".

"lauren hasn't" savannah added, clearly trying her best to stall.

"that's expected. no offence, lo" i rubbed her shoulder beside me, before she could retaliate.

"any ways, there's no way that you're getting me in there" savannah crossed her leg over the other and sat back in her seat with pride.