I've been ignoring everyone for 2 weeks now. Jack still comes to my house every day but I don't answer. I can't answer.
Him and Gabbie are still going strong and I'm still jealous.
Zach's still pestering me about this date and that kid Daniel is actually pretty chill, I've spoken to him 2 times when I bumped into him at Chipotle and made him drop all his food and when I was on my run and ran in front off his car.
"Y/n....y/n please let me in" Jack knocks on my door.
I was standing opposite the door debating on whether I should let him in or not
"Please, let's just speak" He carries on knocking.
I walk slowly and put my hand on the door handle.
No... no I can't just speak to him. I can't do that. I want to be with him. I don't want to be his bestfriend I want to be his girlfriend
"Please y/n" he slows his knocking down
I rest my head against the door and turn away.
Gabbie took Jacks house keys off him. I gave him keys whenever I first moved in and obviously she would take them off him. I have a feeling she doesn't like me. I know she doesn't like me after what happened
"Y/n" I can hear him crying
"You haven't spoken to me in 2 weeks and I know you're in there, your toast is burning" he giggles a little
Shit. It was burning.
I quickly run over and take my - now burnt toast - out.
"I get that you don't wanna speak to me and everything but I really wanna fucking speak to you. I don't care that you're in love with me. I need to check if you're okay" he knocks one last time
I don't answer. I wanna answer, my heart is telling me to answer but my brain isn't. My brain is telling me to sneak through the back door and leave, he won't be able to see me. My heart is telling me to open the door and kiss his taken face.
I can't do that. No. No no no.
I was in sweatpants and crop top. And of course it was raining outside.
I didn't even know where I was gonna go. Somewhere away from here, very far away.
I quickly run to my bedroom and put a pair of black ripped skinny jeans on, my blackbear hoodie and vans.
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I throw my hair in a messy bun and get my bag and out my headphones, purse, phone and charger and another hoodie and run back downstairs. Jack was still knocking at the door and shouting stuff in.
I peep through the curtains and see he's soaked. Felt a little bad but I just really needed to go.
I open my backdoor and close it slowly, so jack doesn't hear.
