Clementine's pov
I smiled at Jack and his stupid comment about me. I pulled over since it was getting late and i saw a small liquor store and decided to sleep there for the night. Jack and I got our car and raised our guns high. He opened the door for me and quietly walked in behind me. The door slammed and we both jumped. I hit his arm and looked around only seeing bottles of alcohol. Jack grabbed a bottle and i look at him in disgust.
"Jack, what the fuck" I say grabbing it and sitting down. He sits beside me with a small frown
"What?! It helps me sleep!" He explains. I slowly hand it over and watched him pop the cap and talk a gulp. He started coughing vigorously and i patted his back
"I don't want anymore" He says through laughs, setting the filled bottle down along with closing the bottle.
"Thank jesus" I say smiling a bit. I looked at him with a huge smile. He returns it and gently grabs my chin, pulling me into a small short kiss. I immediately remove my face and looked away
"Sorry" I say, hiding my face. "Goodnight" I say walking away to behind the counter. A burning sensation filled my eyes. I knew what exactly the feeling was. I let my tears fall and grip my backpack. I'm horrible... Gabe....
"G-gabe" I softly whispered wiping my tears. I didn't mean to kiss him... It felt wrong but good at the same time...I'm such a horrible girlfriend...Gabe is probably waiting on me and i kiss Jack... I hate myself so fucking much...Why Clementine? You are so stupid! I'm a fucking cheater i guess.... Then again Gabe did leave me... Fuck!
i need time to figure out my feelings...
You are probably confused since Jack isn't a familiar name...Let me tell you...
I was driving alone at night and noticed i was running on E. I pulled over at a small town square and grabbed my siphon (i think that's how you say it) And pumped on a taxi cab. I got a little of gas and filled my vehicle.
"H-help" I heard a muffled whisper, coming from the taxi cab. I grabbed my combat knife and walked over to the taxi cab and saw Jack laying there.
"What happened?" I asked holding the knife to his head
"I ran away from my parent" He says. I grabbed him hand and helped him out, grabbing his arm and putting it around my neck so he could walk.
4 days later
I guess we're stuck together now.
