She pulls her hand from mine "Jack, no, this isn't real" she stands up walking towards the door, but I rush over placing my hand against it so she can't open it "Kylie, I'm serious, I know I hurt you, but-" "If you know you have hurt me why are you doing this?" She screams almost in tears "Doing what?" I ask softly my defensive stance melting as I slouch against the door once again feeling like a jerk. "Playing this joke! It's not funny, not to me" I rest my hand on her waist watching a tear slide down her cheek "This isn't a joke" I tell her quietly, she wipes the tear and grabs the door handle wedging it open. "Kylie, wait please-" "No, I'm done waiting for you to be the guy I want you to be" I grab her arm "I'm not the same guy I used to be, trust me" she shakes her head closing the door and walking back over to the desk chair. I retreat to the bed and watch as she hugs her knees "I shouldn't have done any of those things to you" she scoffs "Shouldn't have done what?" I sigh "I shouldn't have used you, or lied, or pulled you into the trouble I was in, and I shouldn't have cheated on you" she starts crying "You made me feel worthless Jack" I can feel my own throat swell "I know, I know what I did to you, and I'm sorry" I stand up pacing back and forth across Jacks room "You know I went on tour and met all these fans, they were so easy to fall for, because they had already fallen for me" I sigh running my hands through my hair "but they hadn't fallen for ME, they'd fallen for who they thought I was, and every time I picked up a drink or hooked up with someone I knew I was hurting them" I walk over to her and squat down in front of her resting my hands on hers "the worst part is I cared more about not hurting them, they didn't even know me, but I hurt you" I wipe my own tear with the back of my hand "and you knew a me nobody in the world has ever seen" I reach over and wipe a tear from her cheek "I want that back Ky". She sighs putting her legs down so I sit back on the edge of the bed "When I saw you today, everything I'd ever felt for you came rushing back and I just want it so bad" I feel my voice quiver "So what do you say?" I ask my eyes pleading her, but she looks away "I wish I was on the same page Jack, but we are in completely different books" she stands up again "What do I need to do to change your mind?" I ask standing up to face her. "Just prove you mean what you say this time" she says grabbing the door handle and leaving. I get back on to Jacks bed and throw his nerf basketball against the wall 'but how do I prove it?'
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Not Over You
Teen FictionJack Gilinsky was always his hometowns bad boy, but after leaving town for tour with his best friend Jack he's changed his ways. He returns home between tour stops and runs into his ex. Over the next few days Jack learns he's anything, but over her...
