I know I shouldn't have cared less if Jack was mad at me or nah. (Sorry I couldn't help it. XD) But I felt guilty. It's been three days. I laid down on my bed with my hair in a mess. Thanks curly hair.. I swear... As I played with a loose strand that somehow miraculously stayed intact, I kept thinking about what I should do. I tapped the side of my bed. Ugghhh. I've never felt bad for anything! I don't even know what to do. Then out of nowhere I heard the loud sound of drums. Dammit Jack... I stomp over to his room. "JACK OPEN UP YOU ASS!" I still here the drums. "JACK!" I try the knob. Locked...great... I grab an pin in my hair and pick the lock. Too easy. I walk in and Jack has his damn headphones and pounding away on the red drums. "JACK!" Still can't hear me huh? I pull out his headphones and grab his drumsticks. "What the hell Scarlette?" I groan. "KEEP IT DOWN!" I throw the drumsticks at his face and go outside. Guilt gone.
I got hungry so I decided to make myself macaroni. Classy I know. But I do something other people wouldn't. I put ketchup on it. Yeah I know but I do that and it gives it a tangy taste. Call me weird. Jack walks in. "I smelled cheese. I figured you made something." He walks over and glances at my bowl. He stares in shock. I've had enough. "What?!" He smirks. He grabs a bowl and does something interesting. He puts ketchup inside of it too! I raise a brow. "What? Did you think your the only one who does that?" I growl and mutter lightly. Sometimes Jack can be suck a jerk. Maybe that's why I dream of punching him in the face. "Can we do something today?" He sits up. "Like what?" He says with his mouth full of macaroni. "Swallow!" He swallows. "Have you ever played chess?" He laughs. "What's so funny?" I say with my voice full of annoyance and anger. "You, chess really?" I lean back on my chair and cross my arms. "Yep." His eyes are wide. "Yeah, I know how to play." He stands and brings out the gameboard. This safehouse has everything. We lay down on the carpeted part of the floor. "You first." He motions to me. I make my first move and a few moments later. "Checkmate." I say. He looks down at the board in shock. "How?" I snicker. "Maybe I'm just better than you." He gives me a smirk but with something different. What's that supposed to mean?
