Coincidence -Omaha Boys-

Whøre pt. 2

"Yeah, your necklace. Care to explain why I found it at Taylor's apartment?" He said crossing his arms.

Tiffany Johnson

"What?" I asked Jack confused, I squinted my eyes at him.

"This." He said gritting his teeth while taking my hand and roughly putting my necklace in my hand. "Is your necklace, that I gave you for your birthday."

"Yes, I know that Jack." I rolled my eyes still holding on to the necklace.

"Ok, so why was it at Taylor's apartment?" He shouted.

Taylor's apartment? Soon bits and pieces of the guy I hooked up with came back to me. I guess I didn't process it was Taylor last night.

"Why do you think it's there?" I responded, I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to say 'Taylor's apartment?' Or anything like that because one I wanted to be snarky back at Jack and two it would probably piss him off more if he knew I knew it was Taylor I hooked up with and not some random dude.

"Are you serious?" He said calmly, trying not to yell. I closed my hand that hand the necklace in it and crossed my arms. "Did you really, hook up with him?" He failed at being calm.

"No, Jack." I rolled my eyes. "We made chocolate chip cookies and friendship bracelets. Plus we aren't together anymore." I said sarcastically.

His jaw clenched. "Stop, trying to be smart with me."

"Then stop asking stupid questions, that you already know the answer to." I rolled my eyes.

Nate came downstairs and said, "Stop, shouting." Then walked past us.

I rolled my eyes and turned on my heels to go upstairs to my room but Jack grabbed my arm and yanked me back. "What?" I snapped.

"We've been broken up for not even a week and your already whoring around." He said in a disgust sounding voice, his hand still gripping my arm tightly.

"You did not just say that to me." I snapped at him again. I ripped my arm away from him, and pointed my finger at him.

"I just did." He gritted his teeth at me.

"Fuck you, Jack." I spat at him. "At least I'm not sleeping around when I'm in a relationship."

He grabbed my arms, gripping each one tightly. "I already told you, we didn't do anything. And don't fucking lie to me." He spat back at me his grip getting tighter.

"Your hur-" I said softly but he I interrupted me.

"Shut up for once. God damn. Your always jumping to fucking conclusions before anyone can explain shit to you." He shouted in my face, his grip getting tighter. "I honestly have no fucking idea what I saw in you, because by the looks of it you just jump to conclusions every second you can, and it seems the only time you shut your tramp is to suck." He spat at me, his grip getting tighter if possible. "So why don't you go back to fucking London and whore around there. But wait you probably can't because they already know what a whore you are. And since everyone knows that already, what are you now? Worthless? Trash?"

"Bro!" Nate shouted. "What the fuck!" He said yanking Jack back away from me finally letting go of my arms.

The whole time Jack was saying that stuff I just stood there, my mouth open tears in my eyes. I still stared at him, I didn't know what to say, what to do. He looked at me and saw what he did. "Oh my god." Jack said realization kicking in. "I'm sorry Tiffany!" He said, with an emotion that was not anger and pity like before. "I didn't mean, any of that. Not even in the slightest I'm just pissed about Taylor, that's all! I'm sorry, Tiffany!" He said trying to reach me but Nate blocked him.

"Dude, you already hurt her enough." Nate said pushing G back. "Both emotional and physically." He said and G furrowed his eyebrows and looked at my arms, where his hands once were. I didn't move, I couldn't even look at my arms to where the pain was.

"I-I didn't mean to do that!" G protested.

"Go dude, before you do more damage that you can't fix." Nate said sternly. Jack looked at me and nodded and walked outback. "T, you know he didn't mean any of that." Nate said turning to me to comfort me. I said nothing, I don't know when the last time I moved was. I knew everything happening but didn't know what to do. "T." Nate said. I finally looked Nate in the eyes and crossed my arms putting my hands on where G's hands were. Nate stopped searching my eyes and removed my hands from my arms and looked at my arms and he sighed. "I'm sorry, T." He looked back to my eyes. "You deserve better than him." Nate said. "Here sit down, I'll be back." He said leading me to the couch and sat me down. Then he walked off to I don't know where.

I looked down at where his hands were, they were red and for sure we're going to be bruised and swollen and sore. I stared down at my arms, Jack's words replaying in my head. 'Whore' 'Worthless' 'Trash' Those three words replayed in my head over and over again, along with 'I have no fucking idea what I saw in you' they all played over and over again. Till a minute or two later Nate walked back in with ice.

"Here, put this on them." He said gesturing to my arms. I did as he said and crossed my arms holding the ice against my arms. The ice wasn't gonna do much beside help keep some swelling down and help numb my arms. I didn't realize it until I had the ice in my hands, I still was holding onto the necklace. I threw it on the the table and continued holding the ice. Nate sighed again. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket.

To Nash
Can you pick me up from the house?
Like right now?

I got a text back almost immediately.

From Nash
Of course, everything okay?
I'm on my way right now.

I put the ice down and ran upstairs to grab my oversized jacket because I was still in my sports bra from cleaning. I threw the jacket on, and went down stairs. "Nash is picking me up." Is all I said to Nate.

"Tiff, you know he didn't mean any of that, or mean to hurt you, right?" Nate asked. I didn't say anything and slid my phone in my pocket and went out front to wait for Nash.

--------
Literally so close to 1k, it says 999 reads right now. 😂

-Nikole

*edited*