lilly's pov
corbyn left my room before jack could even come upstairs. he gave me a hug and left me to be alone. i heard jack walking up the stairs, and i wanted to pretend i was asleep, but i knew i had to face him sooner or later.
i hear a knock on my door, and after i tell them to come in, jack walks in, sees my tear stained face, and has the audacity to ask me a very dumb question.
"oh baby, what's wrong?" he says rushing over to the side of my bed i was on.
"are you fucking kidding me jack? what's wrong?" i say standing up, obviously very angry.
"yeah? what's wrong?" he questioned, oblivious to the fact that he left me for an hour and a half sitting like a loner.
"i cant believe you. you made reservations for dinner tonight, and you never showed up. you left me for an hour and a fucking half jack. do you realize how dumb i looked?" i say, not expecting and answer to the question.
realization hit his face, and it hit him hard.
"oh my god lills. i'm so so sorry i forgot. it was only this one time. i promise it won't happen again." he said apologetically.
"that's the thing jack; it's already happened more than once. you blow me off for god knows what. i know it's not work, and i know you aren't running errands. you never come home with anything!" i scold him in a quiet voice, careful not to draw attention.
"i'm sorry." he says looking down.
"just please be honest and tell me who you've been hanging out with. i have a hunch already, but i want to hear it from you." i say, looking at my feet with my arms crossed.
"gabbie" he says, barely above a whisper.
"and my hunch was correct. i have a question jack." i say fearing the answer to the question. "do you still love her?" i ask.
"yes, but i also love you." he says.
"choose then." i say.
"what?" he asks
"choose" i say simply.
he stutters and thinks.
"jack, i think we need to break up." i stutter
"what? please no!" he exclaims grabbing my hands.
"if you had to think about who you loved more, then there's a problem. if you did love me more like you said, then you would've said my name already. i'm sorry, but thank you for everything that you've done for me in the past 3 months. it's been great." i say, pulling my hands away.
he stands tall, nods, and leaves. before he can close the door, corbyn comes rushing in, and right to my side. i start crying like i was earlier, soaking his shirt with my tears.
Jack's POV
right as i leave, corbyn rushes into her room, to comfort his best friend. i feel terrible, and i wish i could take it all back, but that's not possible. if she doesn't trust me, then she doesn't trust me.
i hear her muffled crying, and i know corbyn, one of my best friends, is with her. it hurts to know, but it's probably for the best. i mean, he's liked her since they met, right?
