𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 ; 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞! ⇄ | z.herron |

𝐱.

JACK
(dont kill me you'll enjoy his POV— hopefully)

everyone had stared upon jack at the dinner table as he picked over his food reluctantly.
the rest at the table silently ate their dinner in dispare of the recent tragedy. until one whom decided to be bold and speak;
"so, we're just gonna pretend she didn't walk out of our lives again?" corbyn of course inquired but nobody really seemed to pay him any mind; especially jack who wanted little to nothing to do with zoey or the others.

"just drop it, corbs." daniel had mumbled over his glass of water. "maybe she's just grew past us." but no one wanted to believe what daniel had said, his truth was the reason they all sided with corbyn's determination.

it became silent again. and jack was eating up inside, as he continued to pick over the (chinese take-out) food, he had also been averting eyes with all the members at the table. everyone looked so ready to criticize and/or judge, and jack was terrible at secrets held by himself;

"i kissed zoey." he spat with no joy.

"what—"

"the fuck." daniel let out breathlessly.

"i kissed zoey." he gulped again, but this time he looked at the pain in zach's eyes, sunken along with the sad truth of her gone.
jack had really put pressure onto zach— and zach wasn't so fond of it.

"jack—" corbyn cooed softly, partially not knowing what to have said.

"i think im the reason she left."

zach sat stiffly. he noticed and now fully understood why jack had been so nervous when he was saying a farewell to zoey. he now understood why jack had avoided his questions, or his actions.
jack was hiding this from him.

"zach— im sorry."

zach lunged for his whiteboard— fumes could be possibly following out of his ears.
        he nicked the cap off and started scribbling what seemed to be nonsense. but it wasn't;

you like it admit it jack

the silence was bearable as the three others stood awk at the dinner table.

"i— zach it isn't like that." jack stammered.

admit it jack

zach's hand was terrible but in a situation like that you neither point it out nor struggle to read it.

"zach. i— please."

how would you like me going after someone you like?

jack had let out a breathless sigh and let zach continue to scribble.

i saw the way she laid on you when i was on the hospital

once again Jack's urge to say something was repeated. he really couldn't keep a secret, and as zach was writing jack responded with;

"zach, that isn't the bad part." he swallowed loudly. "the bad part is ..i liked it."

jack's eyes stood for fear, along with the other boys, who stayed still.
     the only sound was their breathing pacing around the bold atmosphere.

zach had screamed in anger.

N O T E ;

damn😬. how do ya'll think this is gonna play out?—

also how do ya'll like this Jack's third person POV ik ik— this isn't his story but I was running out of ideas and I needed to post..

anywayssss how are you all today? I'm kinda in a groovy mode, I'm actually gonna re watch some old shows and probably have a snack feast.

:) I hope you all are swell !

catch you the the day after tomorrow bc iM posting must have been the wind tomorrow (this updating system is good but let's not jinx).

gotta go!

Love youz babes☺️.