Found The One - Sequel

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•Ava's POV•

Madison fucking Beer.

That's all that came to mind when I saw her standing right in front of the door. Last time I saw this girl was back when I found out that she was going out with my ex boyfriend Cole.

What could she possibly want that she has to come to me for?

"Well to what do I owe the pleasure?" I ask as I walk closer towards her with my arms crossed.

"I was really hoping that I could talk to you," she says.

I gave her a blank stare because what would she want to talk about to me after all this time?

"Look I know it has been a long time since I have even seen you," she pauses waiting for a response.

I don't say anything.

She continues, "But I was really hoping if you could help me." 

"With what exactly," I question her in such a serious tone.

"With Jack."

What the hell. Does she really think I would help her get in contact with Jack?

"What makes you think that I would help you get in contact with my husband?"

"I get why you wouldn't help me, but I really am trying to start fresh and Jack is the first place to start."

"Oh right, because you cheated on him multiple times for who knows how long."

"I know what I did was wrong, but I really need to just talk things out with him to make things better. It's just that book that has never been closed for me."

I just stare at her because I don't know what she expects me to say.

"Please Ava I really need this."

"You know what, if I even get Jack to agree to this its under our conditions."

"Okay, like what," she replies.

"For one I have to be there and I will contact you if this even ends up happening."

"Really?"

"I will tell you when, where, and what time. Just don't get your hopes up because I don't even know if he would agree to it."

I probably sound like a bitch. But this girl broke Jack's heart and I was there for him to help him recover. So I felt like me being a bitch towards her doesn't compare to what she did to him.

"Yeah okay! Honestly it doesn't matter the conditions I just need to get a lot off of my chest."

Her fake chest she means.

"I'll leave you my number." She reaches over my desk and grabs my pen and my paper to write her number.

"I'll let you know if he agrees to this," I say as she hands me the paper.

"Thank you so much!" she goes in for a hug but I step back.

"Nope we are no where close to that Madison."