Not Me//Jorbyn

Chapter 15

"Yah. It's fine. I figured it out." I told him.

"If you say so." He said and put his hand on my hip for a moment before taking it away and leaving to somewhere.

Well dang.

I turned around and saw Jack right there, making me jump.

"Jack-" I started.

"I saw that."

"Saw what?"

"He put his hand on your hip."

"It was nothing Jack."

"You call that nothing?"

"What do you want me to do Jack? I gave you a chance but you wasted it. I'm not dating Corbyn but I do like him. Don't ruin it." I said and turned around, leaving him to stand alone.

I didn't want to think. I didn't want to do that. I didn't want to do any of this. I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over my head, letting myself silently cry.

I can't do this. I can't chose. I can't do any of this. I knew I never should have joined this band.

I heard Corbyn get in bed so I forced my self to stop crying, which was really hard. I wanted so bad to just disappear. I didn't want to have to deal with all this.

"Jonah?" I heard Corbyn's muffled voice.

I didn't say anything, quickly wiping the tears on my cheeks.

"Are you ok?" He said again.

"Fine." I muttered quickly.

Corbyn put his hand on me and reluctantly I pulled the covers off my face and sat up.

He's eyes softened as he saw tears run down my cheeks.

But, surprisingly, he didn't say anything. He didn't ask what happened or why I was crying. He took my hand and brought me to the bath room. Then, he just hugged me.

He whispered in my ear encouragement which actually helped. I guess he knew better about what was happening to me than I thought. I'm glad he brought me to the bathroom though. I didn't want Jack to see me hugging him, and I think Corbyn knew that.

He sat me on the toilet and knelt down in front of me talking to me. He talked to me about stuff that I never talked about to anyone. Stuff I hid. Stuff I thought people would judge me for. But he didn't. I talked about my fears and how I wanted to quit the band.

He was really nice about all it. He told me about things that scared him too.

While we were talking though there was a knock on the door. Corbyn got up and went to the door, cracking it a bit to look out.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" It was Jack.

He must have gotten hold of the door because it swung open and he pushed Corbyn making him hit into the sink and came over to me.

I got up wiping away my tears.

Jack turned around to look at Corbyn.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Well he's crying, and your the only one in here!"

"I was actually hel-" Corbyn started coming back over to me.

Jack slapped him though as he came over.

"What the f*ck?!" Corbyn said.

"Jack, stop. Don't do this." I Said grabbing his arm.

"You don't control me."

"Jack-"

But Jack punched me in the face, making Corbyn scream then grabbed Jack tackling him.

I backed up, holding my face.

After a moment Jack got away from Corbyn and put his hands over his mouth, realizing what he did, and ran out of the bath room.

Corbyn quickly came over to me, taking my hand on my face looking at my face.

Worry spread across his face.

"What?" I asked.

He brought me over to the mirror.

I had a black eye. But rather than that it wasn't too bad. Corbyn was acting like it was way worse.

"It's not too bad. Can we just go to bed. I'm tired." I asked Corbyn.

"Yah. Good idea. It's been a long day."

So we went back to our bed and laid down. I couldn't sleep though. How could I? Corbyn noticed and turned around so we were facing each other. He held out his hand and I took it, moving closer to him so I could practically feel his breath on my face. Then, finally, I could sleep. It was the best sleep I've ever had.