The Good and the Bad

Tough Love

"Jack, shhh," I whisper laughing as the two of us stumble up the stairs trailing sand behind us.

The beach was interesting.

We should still be there but Jack dragged me away and I know why. I WS too close to Damien.

When we got there, it was like a million degrees and it was packed, but we managed to find an open spot. We sat down and none of us really knew what to do. So, Damien is the lovely gentleman that he is, threw me into the ocean. Which resulted in us throwing sand at each other and ignoring the rest of the world.

Honesty, I hung out with Damien. Until he had to take some secret phone call. That's when Jack got me and our stuff without my cousin or our friends seeing and dragged me home.

Now here we are acting like idiots because we've both had a few drinks.

"Come on," Jack says and tugs me into my room.

H circles his broad arms around me and pulls me closer to him. I loop my arms around his neck and pull his face towards mine until our lips meet. They move in sync with each other but it doesn't feel right.

I ignore the thought as he back me up until we both fall on my bed and that's when I realize this is going somewhere I don't want it to. I place my hands on his chest and try and push him away but he refuses. I try again but more force this time but he still doesn't budge.

"Jack stop," I say as his lips move down my neck.

"Jack!" I yell and kick him and that finally makes his move.

He tumbles back and runs a hand through his hair looking down at me. "What the hell?" I ask.

"You promised."

"Promise what? I don't make promises." I say.

"You said I can have you to myself." He spats.

"Metaphorically! I meant just us alone without any distractions." I exclaimed annoyed at the fact he thought I'd set my standards that low.

"I told you I loved you! Why won't you just do it!?" He yells back

Then it hits me. He said he loved me, not because he actually did, but because he wanted me in bed. That bastard. "Are you using me for sex?"

He goes quiet all of the sudden. His eyes look hollow. Almost like his heart.

"Why am I not surprised?" I ask with a wicked laugh and sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"What are you going to do?" He asks defensive all of the sudden

"We're done." I flat out say.

"Just like that? I made a mistake Bronx, please forgive me" he begs actually getting down on his knees in front of me and holding my hands

"No," I say tearing them away.

"What? So you're just going to run back to Damien?"

I knit my eyebrows together. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh don't play dumb, Bronx, it's so obvious you're in love with him," Jack says like its a normal thing.

"Are you crazy!? I'm dating you or was at least. Why would I have feelings for him!? He's a player. He doesn't care about anyone except himself. I thought you were different." I say ashamed that this is the guy I decided to open my heart to. "For all, I know you've been screwing Daphne Apollonian!"

That's when he gets even quieter. "You have, haven't you?"

He nods slowly.

"Get out," I say pointing to the door.