i knock on the door, anxious for what is going to happen next. a stressful, but good looking jack opens the door.
"oh," he mutters, "scarlett, i'm going to be running in and out of meetings all day, i think it's best if you head ho-"
"are you avoiding me or something?" i cut him off instantly, walking passed him, entering the empty office.
he sighs, shutting the door behind him. "no, i'm not." he answers. i take a seat in the chair in front of his desk, folding my arms into his chest. "are you sure?" i ask him.
he leans on the desk in front of me, mimicking my actions and folding his arms into his chest. "i'm busy, you know i'm a busy man."
i roll my eyes, "yes, i know that, jack. i don't know how i'm supposed to write this biography on you, if i'm not even spending any time with you." i say, running my hands through my hair.
"maybe you should've asked for someone else. i don't know what to tell you." he calmly says, making me think he's been thinking of this for a while. i scoff, standing up from the chair.
"seriously? you should've told me that when we found out i had to spend more time with you." i grab my bag, shaking my head.
"okay, wait. where are you going?" he asks, standing in front of me, blocking me from walking towards the door. "i'm leaving, like you want. please, move." i step to the side, but he blocks me again, grabbing ahold of my wrist.
"scarlett, you're not listening to me."
i scoff, "what is there to listen to? you don't want me to be here, that's fine." i say, ripping my arm away from his hand.
he shakes his head, rubbing his hand against his face. "i'm just saying i'm busy! you don't have to stay here, i'm not forcing you to."
i can tell he's growing agitated, due to his voice growing louder after each word. "no one said you are."
"listen, you're distracting me in ways, i can not explain." his voice lowers, as do his eyes. i scoff out a laugh, "distracting you?"
"are you fucking kidding me, jack? it's for my school project. i'm only here for a good grade." i spit out, seeing his facial expression go from hard to hurt.
good, i hope he's sad.
"i'm late for my meeting." he says, stepping out of the way.
i nod my head, "i'll see you, whenever." i mumble, exiting the room without another word.
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after being at my apartment alone for two hours, i decide to go out and do some grocery shopping for ariana, iris and i.
i travel down the dessert isle, eager to find the brownie mix. i stop in front of the variety of brownie mixes, grabbing an extra fudge one. "scarlett?" i hear from behind.
i quickly turn my head towards the voice, seeing sam. i softly smile, "hey, sam."
"hey, didn't expect to see you here. thought you were supposed to be with jack?" i shake my head, "he thinks i'm a distraction, so i won't be with him as much anymore." i tell him.
i felt sad as i told him that, i didn't want to actually admit it. "really? after the banquet, i'd expect he'd want to see you." he says.
i shrug my shoulders, looking down at the box of brownies in my hand. "um, i don't know. maybe he changed his mind." i say.
sam shakes his head, "no, he's not one to change his mind, you should know that." i sigh, "i don't know, sam. he-"
"he has feelings for you." sam blurts out.
i felt almost as if the wind knocked right out of me. "wh- what? n-no. that's not true, sam." i stutter, vigorously shaking my head.
he rolls his eyes, "yes, he does. you should stop by his house after this, talk it out with him." he says.
i shake my head again, "no, i can't. i'm not going to do that." i decline.
sam purses his lips, "fine, you know what?" he starts, clapping his hands closely together. "i'm having a small get together tomorrow. you should at least stop by, you can bring a friend." he suggests.
i guess i could bring ariana.
"i'll think about it."
he smiles in victory, "yes! great, come over around eight o'clock?"
i nod my head, "yeah, sure, i guess."
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"he just flat out told you, that jack has feelings for you?" iris asks, raising an eyebrow.
i nod my head, pouring myself another glass of wine. "yeah, i know. i'm not sure how i feel about it, honestly." i say.
"i was right! my theory's are always facts, and you know that." ariana says, bringing the rim of her glass to her lips.
"i guess, you could be." i say. she lets out a squeal, "yes!"
"well, sam invited me to a get together tomorrow night, you guys want to come with me?" i ask the two girls who sat at the island counter in front of me.
"i would, but i really have to study for a test i'm having on monday." iris says.
i nod my head, "alright, ariana, you come with me."
she smirks, "thank, god! i get to meet all these people!" she squeals once again.
i shake my head, a small chuckle leaving my mouth. "we won't be staying long, though." i tell her. a frown forms on her lips, "why not?"
"because i'm only going to talk to jack, if things go well, we can stay. but, if things go horrible, then we're out of there so fast." i say, sternly.
she nods her head, "alright fine, sounds good."
