chapter seventeen
(the frost)☆★
THEY SAY when you're in a blissful mood it feels like you're indestructible. Like you have the world in your arms, your whole life in your hands. Jack was feeling unstoppable. He had a place to sleep and eat, without having overprotective parents, he was getting a good education, he loved his girlfriend, and he and his friends were one step closer to how everything used to be.
For one, Jack had hope. For once, he believed he controlled his own life and finally his life didn't seem to be going to shit. He felt like he had a purpose. A reason for being here. Jack knew sooner or later he and his friends would make up, get rid of Klaus, which he was starting not to feel good about, and they'd all graduate together, alive.
He practically waltzed through the hallways of Mystic Falls High. A groove in his step, his icy blonde hair gelled up, Jack felt good. He really did.
Jack stopped at his locker, unlocked it, and swapped his first and second period books for his third and fifth period binders, since fourth period was his lunch. Today felt good, like for once he was just like any other normal teenager counting down the days til he graduated.
Jack slammed his locker shut and pulled out a piece of gum from his backpack, stuffing it in his mouth while he continued to walk down the hall. He passed by a couple kids his grade but mostly everyone was already in their third period class.
He turned the corner and opened the darkroom since he had photography. The past week Jack was assigned to take photos of the seniors to be put in the yearbook, and as old-fashioned as it was the school liked having the photos printed so they'd have to go into chemicals to develop completely. Jack actually enjoyed having the quiet room to himself.
This time was different though, as soon as he opened the door Jack snuck back out, closing it. He couldn't believe two people were in there making out, in the darkroom. Actually, the more he thought about it it made sense.
He stood out the door leaning against the wall, waiting for whomever was in there to finish. But they were taking forever. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone, sliding down his feed while he waited. Then the door opened and out walked the one person Jack never expected to be in there; Max.
Jack jumped as the door slammed behind them. "M-Max?" he asked, although it was obviously her. He shook his head, he had to have seen that wrong, it couldn't have been her. She loved him, didn't she?
Maxine wiped her mouth, wiping whatever lip-gloss had smudged across her mouth. "Oh my god" was all she said. "J-Jack. Oh my god" she stuttered, looking at Jake Waithe who smiled smugly. He's such an ass Jack thought. Ever since grade nine Jake had constantly wanted everything Jack had. "Jack, no, Jack!" Maxine yelled, far to late.
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