Don't regret. (Finished)

And what are you going to do with it?

The rest of the dinner I was most of the time in silence, I tried not to look at Jack at all while the guys talked and laughed as they always do. I finished my meal and decided to watch Instagram just to feel better, sometimes seeing everything the roadies do for us helps me a little bit. I'm not a sad or cranky person, I'm always happy but what happened a few minutes ago really affected me. I don't know how I'm going to react when Jack has a real girlfriend, I don't even want to think about that.

We finished eating and we all agree to go back home, especially me. I just want to lock myself in my room for the moment, I feel like I'm being too dramatic at this point but I don't know what else I can do. I never had to face something like that and I never imagined that it happened to me... with my best friend.
Anyway, we call a couple of taxis and the moment they arrive I realize that I don't want to go with Jack, that would mean spending 45 minutes sitting next to him and talking to him. And I can't handle this, not today.

"Are you coming?" Jack asked me when he saw me standing without knowing what to do.
"No ... Ryan! Do you want to come with Jack? "I try to disguise the fact that I don't want to travel with Jack and I run to the taxi where Andy and Mikey are already sitting.
"Emm yes?" Rye, who was about to get into the car, steps aside and lets me through.
I sit right next to Andy who looks at me with a bit of concern, I know he must suspect something because he knows what happens to me and he definitely saw how that girl flirted with Jack. I smiled to him and looked out the window, he didn't say anything about it and just started a conversation with Mikey. I really appreciate that.

* Next day *

Jack's POV

I put a couple of more shirts in my suitcase and close it, I'm ready to go home. What I hate the most about going home is taking the plane, I'm always very lonely and I don't know what to do but I can it's okay, I suppose.
There are still three hours until my plane leaves so I can rest at home for at least another hour. I leave my suitcase at the door and lie down on my bed. Suddenly I remember the girl from last night, she was pretty, I liked her hair and she gave me her number. I check my pockets and find the note with the paper, I turn it over in my hand trying to decide what to do with it.

"Hey" I look at the door and find Brook, it seems a bit strange.
"Hey" I sit on my bed with the note in my hand.
"That's the note the waitress gave you yesterday?" He sits on the edge of my bed.
"Yes ..." I watch the note in my hands in silence, Brook is also in silent looking at her. We stayed like this for a few minutes.
"And what are you going to do with it?" Brook asks me in a voice that is too low, halfhearted. And I don't know why but his tone of voice makes me make my decision.
"Nothing" I crumpled the paper in my hand and threw it into my trash can.