Chapter sixteen

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Jackson's pov

I couldn't believe what I've heard, she was leaving. I didn't even know what I was feeling at this moment. I sat down next to Mark and told him about it.

Mark: "Jackson that could mean a lot of things. We shouldn't get ahead of ourselves."

I knew what he meant and that he was trying to reassure me that everything would be alright. I decided to tell him what had happened at the Ferris wheel. He wasn't shocked about the kiss, he was about to say something about JB, but stopped when Carly appeared in a wheelchair with the doctor.

Doctor: "She can go home. No stress, just rest."

We all nodded, helped her into the car. We went in 2 different cars, 6 of us like sardines in one and Mark and Carly in the other. JB and Youngjae pointed out that she should feel comfortable. I admit I felt jealous I wasn't riding with her, but I don't think she felt relaxed with me.

As soon as we got out of the van, the others went to their rooms, I stayed behind to help Mark with Carly. I carried her up the stair and into our apartment, since she fell asleep due to the medication. She looked so peaceful and beautiful.

Jackson: "In which room is she going to sleep?"

Mark: "Yours, mine is a mess"

He opened the door to my room and helped me put Carly in my bed. We made our way to the living room and sat there and talked for a few minutes.

Mark: "Oh, she should have some clothes to change for when she wakes up", he remembered.

Jackson: "I'll get her something."

I opened the door to my room without knocking and saw a shadow, it was Carly standing near the bed.

Jackson: "Carly? What are you doing? You should be laying down."

She turned and I saw the tear on her dress and what looked like a tattoo. She noticed and put Mark's jacket back on.

Carly: "Just wanted to see my knee", she sat down at the edge of the bed.

Jackson: "Just try to rest." I went to my closet and got some pants and t-shirt. "Here, change into this, you'll be more comfortable."

She nodded, got up and took her jacket off again. When she turned, I saw a scar on her arm, I couldn't see clearly so I got closer. I don't know what came over me, I grabbed her arm and she yelped.

Carly: "Ouch, that hurts", she murmured.

Jackson: "He did that to you, didn't he?" I got angry.

Carly: "I guess so" she replied a little out of it.

She took the shirt and unfold it and I couldn't hold it in anymore, I hugged her.

Jackson: "I'm sorry"

Carly: "No need to say sorry, it's not your fault, but I am sorry."

I felt the sadness on her tone.

Jackson: "Why are you saying that?"

Carly: "Because of the girl and JB and..."

I stopped hugging her and cut her off mid-sentence.

Jackson: "I don't want to know"

Carly: "Of course you don't", she breathed.

Jackson: "What's that supposed to mean?"

Carly: "Nothing", she shrugged. "Can you leave so I can change and sleep?"

I nodded biting my lower lip and stepped out of the room.

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Carly's pov

I woke up feeling sore, parts of my body hurt less than others. My knee didn't look so bad, couldn't move it like I wanted yet. Which frustrated me. I got up a little too early, everyone else was sleeping. I went straight to the bathroom, took a shower and sadly, but the same clothes Jackson gave me. I really needed to go home, be in my place with my clothes.

Getting out of the bathroom I saw Jackson asleep in the living room, I remembered our last conversation. With that in mind, it was better to just go to his room, stay there and avoid him for now.

After a few hours, I heard some people and guessed they were awake. I greeted Mark, Youngjae, Bambam, Yugyeom and JB, who were having breakfast. We talked for a few minutes and Mark gave me some food, which he really didn't have to.

JB: "We have to go to a meeting, well some of us", he said pointing at Jackson sleeping. "But just rest and will be back soon, ok?"

They left, except Mark.

Mark: "You ok?"
Carly: "A little weird. I'm guessing the meds."

Mark: "Well, rest up, you will be back to normal in no time", he smiled. "Don't mind Jackson, he'll be ready to hear you soon."

I nodded, but I wasn't sure of this. He hugged me and went on his way. I went to the room again and decided just to watch something on my phone while I thought of what to do next.

After what it felt like 2 hours I heard Jackson and Jinyoung talking.

Jinyoung: "Jackson, knock first. She could be sleeping."

Jackson: "Is my room and I have to get my stuff."

I decided to just open the door to let them know I was awake and could hear everything.

Carly: "I can hear you, you know?" I said getting out of the room.

Jackson: "Thank you for getting out of my room. I need to get ready."

Carly: "I was put there. It wasn't my fault that your room was occupied. Besides you already knew that." I knew the way I just answered, anger and sass.

Jackson: "But you're still here", he replied with sass.

Carly: "Jackson if you have something to say, just say it and stop being a girl."

Both turned to me, Jinyoung was shocked and Jackson mad. "So, excuse me, I have to get something out of YOUR room." I shoved him a bit while coming into his room.

Jackson: "Carly, I don't have time for whatever this is. I need to get ready."

Carly: "Yeah, you never want to hear anything."

We were both staring at each other.

Jinyoung: "The sexual tension here is high", he observed while eating strawberries.

Carly & Jackson: "Shut up!"

Jinyoung: "Hey! I'm stating a fact and both of you know it! Jackson get your stuff and go. Carly, you should be more grateful."

With those words, I half smiled which meant I was pissed.

Carly: "More grateful?" I said raising an eyebrow.

Jackson: "Yes! You're a guest here! Besides weren't you leaving to your new home", he shouted at me. The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted it. Jinyoung looked at him stunned.

I gathered my things before limping out of his room.

Jackson: "Carly... I-I..."

Carly: "Thank you."

I reached for the door to exit the apartment, when I felt hands grab mine. It was Jackson. Jinyoug had left the room.

Carly: "Don't", I answered without turning around, I open the door and left.

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