No Limit 2 (Conor Maynard Fanfic)

Chapter 112

“Hey, what’s up?” Jack answers the call tiredly.

It’s Wednesday and I’ve just gotten back from school. I’ve decided rather than waiting for the ‘right time’, I’m just going to get it over and done with and ask Jack to come to the club with me. I know he’ll probably say ‘yes’ and think nothing of it but I’ve just been holding back a bit because I’m scared of lying to him. It’s not exactly lying to him, it’s just keeping something from him, right? He doesn’t need to know that Conor, Zac, Adrian and Leo will be at the club. It could just be a coincidence.

“Hey. Are you okay?” I ask, ignoring his question. He seems a bit off. He has been all week to be honest and he’s still not talking to Conor. I didn’t realise Jack hates Zac this much. And Zac seems alright...

“Yeah” he sighs, clearly lying to me.

“Jack, tell me” I huff.

“Conor’s just had another blown out argument with me” he says as if it’s nothing.

This has honestly been going on all week and as for me... Conor has barely even looked at me since Sunday. I’m just going to leave him to it and give him some space to think through his actions. Why should I be the mug and keep trying to talk to him? Besides, I’ll be seeing him on Saturday so I’m not too fussed about what goes on in school.

I still think I blame my parents for all this. If they just thought about me in this whole situation then none of this would’ve happened. I know the reason why Conor’s being weird with me is because of how my parents feel about our sex life but I don’t understand why he’s made this much of a deal about it. I can’t blame Zac for his actions. Conor should decide how he feels about things. I just wish he’d talk to me about it but like I said, why should I carry on being a mug by making so much effort with him?

I have been a bit distant with my parents all week too. I haven’t had an argument with them but I’ve been off with them simply because I can’t stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’. What if they didn’t say anything to Conor about their stupid theories? What if they just kept their noses out of my life and let me solve my own problems and let me learn my own lessons?

I remember I’m having a conversation on the phone with Jack and not a fat ass rant in my head about how angry I am at my parents. The more I think about it, the more I feel the need to blame them for all this mess. The last thing I want on top of this is an argument with my parents. I know they don’t mean for Conor and I to be in this situation. They just need to think these things through before-

I snap myself out of my thoughts again and decide to actually reply to Jack. I must not have been daydreaming for long seeing as Jack’s not tried to get me to speak.

I sigh, “It’ll get better, Jack. You’re brothers”

“I know but he’s just such a dickhead. I just want him to realise that I’m right about Zac and he needs to fucking back away from him. He’s already been through this stage before, Lucy and I can’t let it happen again” he moans.

“I know, I know” I assure him. “Where is he now?”

“He’s fucked off to meet Zac I assume”

“Oh” I simply say. I’ve also not told Jack that Zac seems alright. He’d probably hang me.

“Anyway, why did you call?” he sighs and I can tell he barely wants to talk to me right now. I know when he needs leaving alone.

“I just thought that you might want to go to the club on Saturday to take your mind off things” I shrug. Okay, I feel awful. I feel like I’m pretending to be a good friend when I’m actually just using Jack so Conor and I can sort out our differences.