bad expectations | jfg

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I turn my head to the boys, they're all gone, I hadn't even noticed

"Where are they?" I mumble

"Went to get Mallory." He says, his eyes still on my arm," it's deep but it's not bad." He changes the subject back to my cut.

"I should wrap it, so when something touches it it doesn't sting." He says, looking at me with those damn eyes of his

I look at him, not intending to break the contact this time, "it doesn't hurt." I say quietly

He takes a few moments looking at me before nodding, "good." He turns back to the sink and places the towel on it.

His fingers nervously run through his black hair, "how did you start talking to Nash?" He leans against the counter

I shrug, "I was bored at the bar."

"Bored enough to get drunk it seems." The corners of his mouth turn up lightly, making his words less harsh

I shake my head, "I didn't mean to."

He nods his head slowly, looking at the floor with a straight face, "I didn't mean to either." He says

My eyebrows pull together, "what?"

His eyes flick up to mine, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

I roll my eyes, not wanting to have this kind of conversation now.

"Okay." Is all I say

He clenches his jaw, "can we just talk about it."

"Talk about what." I snap, this conversation already getting the worst of me.

"Us. Me and you."

"There is no me and you, you know that." I say and attempt to hop off the counter but wobble on my feet, his hand goes to my arm, steadying me.

I release from his grip and begin to walk past him

"Yes there is, you know there is."

I ignore him and shake my head.

"Taylor, please." He begs, his voice cracks at the end, making me stop in my tracks.

I turn and take a good look at him, his eyes are defeated as he looks at me.

"Jack, there isn't anything between me and you. You knew that, that's why you did things with her." I say, not wanting to mention Cass's name, only because I don't want to think of her as the girl who did things with him, i do like her, and I don't need to be reminded of what she's done.

His hand goes up to his hair and his fingers wrap it in, tugging out of frustration, "Taylor you don't fucking understand."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't!" He raises his voice.

I study him, watching his chest move up and down, he's so frustrated and anyone with eyes can see.

"What don't I get?"

He licks his bottom lip, guiding it in between his teeth, "I did that with her because I thought that what I felt with you was so fake and so momentary and that I could feel what I felt with you with someone else." He says, so calm and collected as his eyes pour into mine

"And when it started I just wished it would stop, after being with you there's no way I can be with someone else, I need you and I know you need me."

"I don't need anyone." I pathetically fake my confidence with a lie.

He walks closer to me and I don't manage to back away, he takes no time to wrap his strong arm around my back, pulling me against his muscular chest.