affair II ; jack gilinsky

forty-seven

savannah's pov

i came downstairs in my pyjamas to the warm smell of breakfast cooking. letting out a yawn, i walked into the kitchen, where i could hear everyone talking and eating.

i sat myself down at the island bar beside lauren, and of course, opposite jack. we both happened to make eye contact, but he was quick to look away and focus back down on his phone.

i probably shouldn't have reacted the way i did last night, i was being harsh. but i've tried so hard to let go of my feelings for jack, like incredibly hard, and it was working perfectly.

but him asking if i loved tristan just caught me off guard and made me realise that i have no clue of where my relationship with tristan is heading.

"hey savannah, do you want some eggs?" johnson asked, frying some breakfast in a pan.

"yeah, sure" i agreed, pouring myself some orange juice.

"where's tristan?" lauren questioned.

"he went out for a quick run" i said.

"and suddenly, i'm less excited to eat this now" zayn stated as he sat with a large plate of pancakes that were covered in an excessive amount of chocolate syrup.

sammy scoffed, "i'm not".

he rubbed his hands together to take the plate for himself, but i laughed at how quick zayn was to swat his hand away.

after a while, i realised that i chose the worst place to sit since i had no choice, but to stare ahead which was also in the direction of jack.

i just need to talk to him. i feel as though we both deserve to give one another some explanations and a chance to set things straight.

as i sipped on my orange juice, lauren started ranting to me about something that happened at her work the other day.

but i managed to zone out and watched jack stand from his seat to place his glass in the sink. he hardly looked up from his phone the entire time and continued to, as he walked towards the backdoors to go out on the deck.

"...yes, but of course jack's ass has something more important to say, so i'll just let it finish" lauren spoke, catching me off guard. i shook my head to snap out of my reverie.

"sorry, what? no, i was listening" i turned to her to give my undivided attention.

"you were staring at jack" she stated with a small chuckle in her voice.

"you were" sammy agreed.

"yep" nate added.

"i saw it too" johnson spoke up.

"same" zayn also commented.

"okay. no, you all didn't" i complained. "and johnson, you were too busy making eggs to even see anything".

"yeah, your eggs" he handed me my breakfast on a plate and i thanked him, before i started eating in hope that everyone would drop what they saw.

finishing my food, i slid myself back and jumped down from the bar chair. i needed to get something out from jack and i won't stop fidgeting and stressing about it all until i do.

i pulled open the doors, seeing jack working out on the deck. he settled down the two heavy dumbbells he was just using and started doing push ups. i could tell that he was choosing to not acknowledge that i was here, and walking towards him.