prove it - j.g

chapter twenty four: "can you get any better?"

this ones a filler lol, drama building in the next few chapters:)

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vanessa thomas

holy shit. my legs were aching this morning. though, it was a type of ache that reminded me of jack, which made me smile through the aching pain. he knew my horror story of my first time with tyler, so he treated last night as my first time and made it a memorable one. if i could, i would just say that, that was my first time. it was a hell of a lot memorable and better anyway.

tomorrow im heading back to omaha since it's saturday today. im going to miss monday of school, but honestly, i was still doing my school work that im missing so it's all okay.

jack walked in the hotel door, immediately seeing me standing at the washroom doorframe.

"how are you feeling?" jack asks, smirking wide with a cocky attitude as he rakes his eyes up and down my body.

he walks over to me, running his hand through my hair as his eyes stare into mine. i look up at him with a shake of my head, "just shut up."

he chuckles while finally embracing me, "oh baby, just wait until we're back in omaha and im poun–"

"okay! thank you!" i say with a high pitched voice, shutting him up while i loosen his grasp on me.

"and that's what you'll say when im done" he cockily states, peering down at me as he moves his hands up and down my back, "you want me to massage your thighs? or will you survive?"

i shake my head, "as tempting as that is, i'll survive."

jack sighs, pulling me close and pecking my forehead, "im going to miss you, once again."

my head tilts all the way back to be able to look up at him, "guess what?"

"what?" he asks with his eyebrows pulled together.

i lean up pecking his lips, letting me heals fall back down to the ground while my hands cup his face, "in two weeks you come visit omaha. from there, you go six weeks with touring. you come, again, and visit omaha. that visit is a week, meaning you only have four and a half weeks. boom! basically, you come back, leave for just over a month, come back, then leave for a month and a half. that's not that bad, jack. you're almost done!"

his face was smug as he stared at me, "can you get any better?"

the ends of my lips pull into a smile, "yep, even though you'll disagree."

"you're right" he states, "i will disagree."