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Elena's POV.

"I'm not fucking leaving until you tell my why you kept Paris a secret from me."

I freeze.

How the hell does he know about Paris? The smirk on his face tells me that he's noticed I was caught off guard.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" I say trying to act confused.

"Oh cut the bullshit Elena it's over. I already know, no need to keep this act up."

I sigh, "how did you find out?" I ask.

"I was here the night you told Shawn. Ah yes you know Shawn your ex boyfriend who you told before me, your ex best friend."

"What do you mean you were here?"

"Well you see, I realized I was acting like a day earlier that day and I wanted to come by and talk to you. Then I heard you talking to lover boy about Paris. I wasn't mad at first, I figured okay I was acting like a dick and you'd tell me later, but you never fucking did Elena. Why?" The look on his face is pure hurt, but the sound of his voice contains anger.

"It's not like you would have cared anyways." I mumble thinking he wasn't going to here me, but he did.

"What the fuck do you mean I wouldn't have cared?" He yells. "I'm your best friend for fuck sakes! Of course I would've cared."

"Oh really? I remember you saying something along the lines of just wanting to get in my pants if I'm not mistaken." I reply and his face softens.

Several minutes pass without either of us saying a word. Until Jack surprising speaks up.

"You tried telling me, didn't you." He questions, although it seems to be more of a statement.

I slowly nod.

"It was that day that you called me just about a million times. Right?"

I don't have the strength to talk let alone look at him so I nod once more.

"Then I just ditched you and left you to be with Jessabelle. God I'm so stupid, I knew there was something more you weren't telling me that day." he says. I think he's now talking to himself more rather than to me.

"Elena?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you please look at me?" His voice sounds so gentle and small I almost give in. but I don't instead I reply with a no.

"Why not?"

"I'm afraid if I look at you, I'll forgive you."

"And why is that so bad?"

"You hurt me Jack. You hurt me so much." My voice cracks at the end and I begin to cry.

"I'm sorry baby girl I'm so sorry." He says rocking me back and forth.

After what seems like hours of silence I speak up.

"I think you should leave now."

"I don't think I want to."

"Why."

"Because I know if I walk out that door it'll be the last time I ever talk to you."

"Maybe it's for the best." I whisper.

"Elena look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me to stay." He says but I refuse to look at him.

"I can't."

"Because we both know we want this." He says and I look up in confusion.

"Want what?"

"This." Jack replies leaving no time to let me comprehend what's happening.

His lips attach to mine and I pull away.

"This is wrong."

"Maybe that's what's fun about it. We both want this, yet we know we shouldn't." He says and kisses my neck.

I try not to let him get a reaction out of me but I fail miserably as I moan when he begin to slide his hand down my body.

"How much trouble are we going to get for this?" I barely breathe out.

"Lots." He says and looks me in the eye asking for permission to continue.

"Fuck it." I say and begin undoing the zipper of his pants.

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