"I’m so over this shit! Just stop jack!" I scream and push his hands away from my waist. I run upstairs to my room and cry on my bed. This was me and Jacks first fight ever and it felt so weird to act like this towards him. I usually wouldn’t be acting this way but what he done was reasonable for me to act this way. I hear my door slowly creak open.
"Babe, let me talk to you. Please." Jack says and makes his way towards me. "Look, I know that what i done was so fucked up but please, forgive me." Jack continues while rubbing my leg gently. I almost gave in but i was not going to let him get away with it.
"Sorry won’t cut it. Leave my house. Now!" I demanded. I slapped Jacks hand off of me and pointed towards the door. Jack looked down in despair and walked out of my room.
Later that night, I felt really bad. Maybe I was too harsh on him, I mean it was our first fight and honestly, the problem isnt even that big of a deal. Yeah I get he was dancing with another girl at a party but he was belligerently drunk. He probably doesn’t even know the girl’s hair color. I call Jack immediately and tell him to come over.
I open the front door to see jack totally sad and full of regret. His hands are in his pockets as he stands there nervously. Just looking into his eyes I could tell he knew what he done wrong. I run into his arms and hug him tightly.
“I overreacted and I’m sorry.” I say as small tears stream from my eyes.
"Its okay. I was being a douche at the party. I promise I won’t do that again." Jack says and kisses my forehead. I look up and place a soft kiss on his lips.
