hey there delilah - plain white t's
the equation burned into my mind.
i absolutely hated studying. nothing felt worse; except for the absence of my boyfriend.
SAT's were a pain in the ass, and it felt like my eyes were burning.
just two more months. two months until i finish high school. two months until jack and i could be together, with no distance between us.
sighing, i rub my eyes, and set down my pencil.
i take a glance at the alarm clock.
three AM.
i glance back down at the trig equations, and an overwhelming amount of exhaustion takes over.
i want nothing more than to be in jack's arms.
i can almost hear his voice, but it just lost it's sincerity. i can't even remember the sweet sound of it.
i know he was too busy in LA, recording, day and night. sometimes he sent texts, or even called me.
most of the time, i found out how he was doing by social media.
my heart aches as tears sting my eyes.
my confidence and trust in our relationship was slowly fading with the less contact we had.
every new girl posted on his instagram, every flirty tweet to one another.
it just hurt. hurt like hell.
i rub the tears from my eyes, and exhale.
just a break. just five minutes.
i check my phone, which was on silent, and see that i had a few texts from jack.
how are you?
how you've been?
is omaha still boring?
it was like we didn't even know each other anymore.
a sudden image of jack and i pop up, the one that i have set as his contact photo.
the green and red button appear, as the screen opens to a camera.
i push accept, despite my messy hair, and tired eyes. i just want to see him.
"hi, babe." jack's smile is genuine; it makes me feel a hundred times better.
i find myself returning a small one.
he's at a party, i can tell by the booming music and the dark lighting.
"you're at a party?" i ask to confirm, as his focus fades in and out from the facetime.
he laughs at someone or something, and looks back down to the screen.
"sorry babe, i didn't catch that." he shouts, looking back up to someone beyond the camera.
"i said, y-" my heart drops into my stomach as jack lets his hand holding his phone fall to his side, revealing the girl that he had flirted with on twitter.
oh my god, don't freak. don't. they're just friends, calm down.
i bite my lip. i look at the top left hand side, where the my entire face dropped.
he laughs as the girl strokes his arm, completely forgetting about me.
she looks good. she has her hair in messy, yet effortlessly gorgeous waves. her body is snug against jack's. my boyfriends.
i feel insecure as drop my head, telling myself not to feel so jealous or possessive.
"hey, one sec, my girlfriend is on the phone." jack picks it back up.
