affair II ; jack gilinsky

fifty-three

savannah's pov

just as the doorbell rang, i picked myself up on my crutches and hopped towards the front door.

i opened it and let out a sigh of relief at lauren and sammy standing on the doorstep.

"thank god you guys are here" i emphasised.

lauren chuckled, creasing her brows, "why?".

"hey, you're supposed to be resting your leg" jack appeared behind me. "the doctor said that you shouldn't be moving so much"

i looked at sammy and lauren, subtly rolling my eyes, "that's why".

they both laughed at my misery and brushed past jack to get inside the house.

"hey, no offence but savannah needs to rest, so maybe you should come back later" jack advised.

"no, you two are staying" i instantly ordered.

"jack, leave the poor girl alone" sammy gripped his shoulder as we all stood in the hallway.

"exactly, plus when the doctor said i shouldn't be moving, i said that was bullshit because enforcing mobility helps" i corrected.

"once again, you're not the doctor, savs" jack told me.

"and once again, neither are you" i retorted.

he annoyingly mimicked my words and i couldn't help but do the same back. somehow, he always manages to bring out the inner-child in me.

"okay, as cute as you two are right now, i'm starving" lauren groaned, comfortably making her own way to the kitchen.

the rest of us followed behind her - me, obviously being the slowest with the assistance of my crutches.

"there's actually some left over french toast - one of jack's specialties" i pointed out, settling on one of the chairs.

sammy choked up a laugh, "since when? jack burns everything".

"for your information, i've actually been learning" jack announced with a proud smile on his lips.

"wow, so first you're a doctor and now a professional chef?" lauren couldn't help her sarcasm as she dug into the plate of food that she quickly prepared herself.

jack folded his arms, "should you really be complaining whilst taking a mouthful of my food?".

"i never said it was good" she replied, causing sammy and i to dramatically coo at her response.

jack glared at us both, so we coughed to try and suppress our laughter, but it wasn't working out very well.

"alright, that's it. i'm never cooking again" he finalised, offendedly placing himself down on the chair.

i touched his shoulder, holding in my last few laughs, "she was joking, drama-queen. lauren, tell him you were joking".

she huffed, settling down her knife and fork, "i was joking. it's good...for you".

lauren always loves to tease the guys and see how far they'll go, so for her, it was a good enough apology. i accepted it, but jack just gave her an immature glare.