𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗚𝗢 ❪ 𝗷. 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 ❫

0.7

˚.꒷ 🏙 𓏲࣪◜𖤐 ᝢ "i'm gonna call, so just let it ring"

the lights from the strip glowed nicely against the darkening sky as the hour was closing in on 8pm. the group had sectioned off to explore. the slight breeze was a nice touch to a rather warm, midsummer evening. reagan paired off with jennie and a few others to grab some food before getting drinks.

jack had spent most of his night sitting at the bar drinking. he did his best to control himself but he ended up more buzzed then he wanted to be. drunk, depressed jack was no fun. in fact he typically would just end up crying the whole time. corbyn and hannah had stayed with jack at the bar to keep an eye on him. they spent their time talking and flirting which made jack feel sick so he tuned them out.

it was close to ten before they left the hotel bar to drag jack back to his room. corbyn flung jacks arm around his shoulder and help him get to the elevator. jacks words were slurred and slow. all he talked about was veronica. "i loved her man" was what cut corbyn up the most. he felt bad for his friend. getting ready to commit to this girl and she never really committed to him in the first place.

"i just wish she would get out of my head" he said, sounding less drunk as the floors passed. hannah laid her head on corbyn's shoulder. "i feel bad for him" she whispered. they both knew that jack wanted to feel sad but it was getting worse and no one knew what to do. he was throwing himself a pity party and he was the only one invited.

they made it back to jacks room, no one else was back yet. he shut the lights out and laid on the queen sized bed. he couldn't tell whose bed was whose but he didn't care. his thoughts started to swell his intoxicated mind and his tears started flowing. "stupid, i'm so stupid" was all he kept saying to himself. truth was, he liked the pain and wasn't ready to be happy again.

his drunkard state took over and he was now reaching for his phone to find her contact. he knew deep down he shouldn't do it but he did. every single time. he couldn't think straight and his head was starting to spin as he heard the dial tone. he could hear his own breaths and decided to end the call before he could spiral into a panic attack. the regret slowly creeping up on him was almost too much to bare. he felt his eye lids start to close as more alcohol was wearing off. he felt numb, but definitely not painless. oh no, the pain was still very much there.

— this chapter is unedited, please excuse any grammar mistakes and typos. thank you