Pass Around (thatsojack fan fiction)

Chapter 2

I enter the door to their semi-new home and Ricky shows me to my new room even though I've stayed in there a few times before when I was visiting. He sets the duffle bag onto the made-up bed and I push the rolling suitcase against the wall.

"You alright?" Ricky asks.

"Yeah I'm good. Just a little exhausted," I assure him.

"Alright, let me know if you need anything," Ricky tells me and pats my shoulder as he exits the room.

Once I hear the door shut I sigh. I think I'll unpack later because all I want to do right now is lay down and rest.

I plop onto the bed and pull out my phone from the back pocket of my jeans. I open up Instagram and it takes all of my determination to not go straight to her account. I wonder if she's posted anything since the last time I saw her. Has she been devastated like me? Has she needed to use all of her energy to fight back her tears?

A selfish part of me wants to hear that she's been doing terrible, that she's been crying every second of the day, that she's been miserable and mopey without me. But another part of me hopes she's not taking it very hard, that she's come to terms with the ending of our relationship. It would make it that much easier to get over her if I knew she was over me.

I can't fight the urge to look at her account. I might break the wall that I've worked so hard to build if I see her with someone else. I hold my breath, typing in her user name.

The breath is released when I see that she hasn't even posted since we ended things. I know I'm selfish by saying that because I know that she hasn't been posting because she's been sad, or lonely, or just doesn't go on Instagram completely because she might break the wall that she's been trying to build.

Just seeing her profile picture is enough to make my eyes water. I need to exit out of this app immediately but I can't bring myself to do it. Instead I just stare at her pictures and the tears flood out before I can stop them.

I turn my phone off, completely off. 

I take a few deep breaths an swallow back any cries that might come out of me. After I'm positive my mini breakdown is over I get off the bed an go to the bathroom to shower. I don't really need a shower but I know that if I want to mask the fact that I've been crying I need to take one.

I strip my clothes and immediately get into the cold shower. I let out a small gasp at the coldness but within seconds it immediately heats up. I look down at the ground an see the water drain out, I wish my emotions could drain out too.

After twenty more minutes in the shower I decide I should get out. Once my feet hit the shower mat I can instantly feel the cold air surrounding me. It might not actually be cold but compared to the scolding shower I just took it sure does feel that way.

I dry myself off and wrap the white fuzzy towel around my waist. I head straight back to my room and I find myself wishing I would've just unpacked when I first got here. I unzipper the suitcase against the wall and my belongings pour out before I can stop them.

"Damn it," I mumble to myself.

I sort through the scattered items and find a pair of khaki shorts and a plain blue v-neck. I pull the shirt over my head and quickly search for a pair of boxers. I put the boxers on and then the khakis over them.

After fixing my hair and making sure I looked presentable I walked downstairs to the kitchen. As I approach the fridge I hear someone begin to speak behind me.

"Hey Jack," Connor casually says.

"Hey," I blandly reply. Connor and I have never been that close.