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Jack - a few hours later -
"do you want me to take you home?" skate asks ryan. she shakes her head with a blank stare.
"do you wanna go home?" he asks. she shrugs
"i don't know." she says softly. skate glances at me and kneels in front of ryan.
"Jack can take you home and you can get changed and cleaned up. then i can meet you guys at the police station-"
"he didn't rape me. i don't need to go to the police." she says, now looking at him.
"ryan he was well on his-"
"he didn't though." the look she gives ends that conversation.
"who do you want to take you home?" he asks
"i can drive myself." she says.
"you drank-"
"i had a sip." she corrects
"but you've been cry-"
"and i've stopped." she just stares at him.
"jack's taking you home." skate says. ryan goes to intervene but skate shakes his head
"no. he taking you home and i don't wanna heat any shit about it. i'll come pick you up once she's settled." he says to me. i nod.
"where are your keys?" skate asks. she points to her bag. skate grabs it and tosses me her keys and then hands ryan her bag. she stands up and straightened out her dress and then jacket derek gave her.
"go home. take a bath. get some tea. relax." skate tells her. she nods and he kisses her forehead and gives her a hug. the party is still going on downstairs, but skate, derek and i have been upstairs comforting ryan. which were all completely fine with.
"watch what you do." skate whispers to me. i nod. skate then walks out with us. ryan's between the both of us. we walk to her car and skate gives her one last hug and then we both get in. i start the car and back out and then head towards her place.

Ryan -30 minutes later-
we finally reach the house but i don't see jill's car. i sigh and get out. Jack hands me the keys and i walk to the front door. i unlock it and then walk in. he closes the door and locks it. i kick my shoes off.
"do you want me to-"
"yes." i say and walk upstairs. he follows. right now, having him close is what i need. i walk into my room and he sits down at my desk chair. i grab some sweats and a tank top and throw them in the bathroom.
"i'll be back." i say, setting the jacket on my bed. Jack nods and i walk into the bathroom and close the door. i strip, start the shower and then hop in.

-20 minutes later-
i pull the door open as i adjust my top. Jack glances up at me
"feel better?" he asks. i nod
"yea." i say. he nods.
"thank you for staying with me." i say, tossing my clothes in the hamper. he nods.
"just want you to feel safe." he says. for no reason, my heart skips a few beats when he says that. i sit on my bed and run my finger through my hair.
"what was going on between you and layla?" i ask. he sighs
"nothing really. we were ftalking i guess." he says.
"for how long?" i ask.
"a few days." he shrugs
"so you guys were talking when you told me you needed me?" i ask. he shakes his head
"we started talking like a day after." he says.
"why?" i ask. he gives me a confused look.
"why what?" he asks
"why you start talking to her? why'd you get her a necklace when you guys talked for less then a week but all you gave me was a headache and we dated multiple times." i ask.
"ryan. not tonight-"
"no. tonight. we're doing this tonight and we're talking it out." i say
"i don't want to."
"well i do." i say.
"and i don't, ryan." he looks at me.
"you didn't wanna talk it out a few days ago but now that you see i've tried to move on, you suddenly wanna talk it out? are you serious?" i roll my eyes
"that's not why i wanna talk it out-"
"then why do-"
"i don't know!" i exclaim. he sits back in the chair and shakes his head with a smile. but more of a annoyed 'i really wanna cuss you out but i cant' type of smile.
"you don't know. you never know." he says. he gets up and grabs his phone.
"go to bed or something. i'll text nate to come get me." he says. i don't stop him as he walks out of my room, turning the light off and closing the door as he does so. i plop back and sigh. i might kill him.