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"Hey, did you hear about (y/n)? Apparently she's dating some guy on the football team," Trevor elbowed Jack. It was their last weekends before they had to leave for the draft so Jack decided to throw a party.
"What? Seriously?" Jack turned to him before suddenly putting down his drink and walking off, leaving Trevor utterly confused. Once Jack found you he tugged on your sleeve and dragged you away from you conversation and up to his room.
"What's up, Jack?" you, like Trevor, were completely bewildered.
"I heard that you're dating a guy on the football team."
"Oh, yeah," you blushed deeply, "Dylan asked me out like a week ago and I said yes."
"I don't think you should be dating him," he muttered, confusing you even more.
"Jack, we're just friends, you don't get to choose who I do and don't date."
"We're not just friends and you fucking know it," he spat out.
"Oh really, Jack?" you retorted angrily, "Because you've told just about every girl at our school that we're just friends."
"He's just going to use you."
"You mean the same you way you did," you glared at him before looking towards his bed and remembering how it all began.
**
"Bite me," you laughed as you held Jack's pencil case even further away from him.
"Maybe I will," he slowly crawled up the bed towards you and your voice stuck in your throat. He gingerly placed one hand on your waist while the other cradled your cheek. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah," you breathed out and he softly kissed you.
**
"I-," Jack stopped and watched you for a second. "Just give me a shot. I really like you."
"You are such an asshole, Jack. We've been flirting for years and then we had whatever this is between us for several months and you never once asked me out and you even continued seeing other girls. And now this one guy that I really like comes along and has the decency to take me on a date and you just want to fuck it up for me. You had your chance, Jack, and you messed it up."
"Don't say that, baby. I'm sorry, I can be better, I know it."
"Don't call me that," you clenched your fists. "And don't bother being better because I'm not going back to you."
"I'm so so sorry, (y/n). I really like you. Please give me another chance," Jack pleaded.
"Why do you like me?"
"I, uh-" he paused, taken off guard by your question.
"Exactly. Jack you only like me because you know that I would do anything for you, that I was infatuated with you. And I don't want that to be the reason why I'm your girlfriend," you said calmly.
"No, no, (y/n). You're really beautiful and smart and funny and I don't know-"
"You're pathetic, Jack. If I really meant that much to you, you would've asked me out. Good luck at the draft," you turned on your heel and left his room. And for the first time in his life Jack knew what it felt like to be heartbroken.
