Chapter 11 // different

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I woke up in a bed, it wasn't mine. But it looked familiar. I tried to get up and noticed someone's arms were wrapped around my waist.

I looked at their hands and their knuckles were a purplish color.

I started to panic not knowing where I was.

I got out of the strangers grip and stood up to look who it was.

Jack.

And he was shirtless.

Shit.

He woke up.

"Good morning." He said in a raspy voice.

Oh my god.

"What happened yesterday?"

"I beat the crap out of Nate." He said looking at his bruised knuckles. Opening and closing his hand.

"But he was your friend." I feel like everything is my fault.

"Honestly he wasn't even my friend. I only knew him through Sam. We never really talked."

"Oh ok. What happened after?"

"Um.. You blacked out, I called Sam he didn't answer. I went to look for him. Found him making out with Andrea. So I took you to my place. Matt came to see if you were ok."

"Wait what?"

I can't believe Sam would do that to him.

"She's been to clingy. Always following me around. It started when she came back from Paris. She acted jealous.."

Then I clicked. She saw how jack looked at me that day. Shes jealous of me. But me and jack don't have anything going on.

"She's jealous of me."

"No. Why would you think that?" He ran his fingers through his hair.

"It doesn't matter." I shook my head.

"I should get going. My moms probably freaking out. thank you." I said

"For what?" He stood up.

"Helping me yesterday." I walked towards him.

"I didn't want anything to happen to you." He brought me into a hug.

"Why do you care so much, your always so focused and concerned when I'm with you. Why is that?" I looked up at him.

"There's something different about you. Something that I don't usually see in most girls. You speak your mind, you don't talk about yourself, not always caring about yourself, I like that about you." He smiled at me.

I could feel my cheeks getting hot. I hid my face into his bare chest.

"Hey." He said in a soft tone.

I looked at him. He tilted my chin up with his index finger. He started to lean in. Then..

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Cliff hangerrrrrrr sorry ...........
GIVING PEOPLE FEELS IS A HOBBY OF MINE...
If you don't want feels you should stop reading :)))))
Sorry for a short chapter

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