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"What's wrong girlie?" Knoxy asked as I got in the car.
I pulled my fingers through my hair and huffed, taking a deep breath.
"I think I need to break up with Jack."
"BITCH DO IT!" Nubs screamed.
The team doesn't like Jack at all.
"I'd do it. He has all that money to buy a cheap plane ticket to come see you at competitions, and instead he posts on Instagram posts about about partying that night. He's a crappy boyfriend, based on what you've told me."
Jack is going to be so mad when he sees that in the show.
"Does he even watch Cheer Squad on Netflix?"
I shook my head. "That's not it. Those things don't matter. It's just sooo much distance, I don't know what he's up to in LA without me."
"You don't trust him." Jenna said.
"It's not like—"
"If there's no trust there is no relationship."
I sighed. "I know."
"You need to pick up a hockey player's number tonight. Brad is having us meet the team." Knoxy winked.
"A number wouldn't hurt." I shrugged.
"The whole team hates you with Jack, Nessie." Nubs stated. She hates him the most.
I nodded. "I know."

We watched the players play, and Brad smiled in the penalty box when he saw Knoxy.
"You guys are so cute." I smiled.
I was in a good mood.
Then my phone buzzed.

Text message from: Baby G🌍

I love you so fucking much it hurts. But honestly, I'm tired of our bullshit. I wanna be your best friend. But I think for us to be friends we need to break up. I can't wait around for you making the decision, cause I'll have an anxiety attack. Hell, I already did. But like I said, I love you, I wanna be friends, and I wish you the best. The very best. But is breaking up is what's best for me and probably for you too. The long distance is horrible. It hurts me to my soul. And I don't want to have to do this, trust me, I don't. But we gave it our all, and we sadly, very unfortunately, failed miserably.
I love you, Vanessa. So much.
Sincerely, Jack Finnegan Gilinsky.

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