Song of the chapter: WTF (Where They From) by Missy Eliot. I absolutely love this song.
I opened my eyes lazily, not wanting to re-enter this crazy world called Earth.
Jack was on the phone talking to some random guy, who just might not have been random. Who knows.
I checked the time on the DVR, the time reading 3:49pm. I don't have army time, unlike Jack. (I actually prefer army time oops)
I just sat on the couch, patiently waiting for Jack to end his call.
I might've been eavesdropping.
I heard a couple muffled words from the mysterious caller when Jack said "I can't wait for our date tomorrow babygirl. I'll see you soon."
Did you head that? It was my heart shattering.
I.. I really thought Jack and I had something. Something.. special.
What was I to Jack?
This always happens to me. I am a clueless human being.
I think my relationship with a guy is really going somewhere, then the guy goes on a date with some, excuse my language, slut.
Guys have absolutely no taste. And they lead girls on! I truly thought we were almost dating! But I guess not!
I can't tell whether I'm mad, disappointed, sad, or all three and a million other emotions combined.
"Jack, can you leave?"
"I want to be alone right now."
"I said, get out Jack."
"Technically, you sai-"
"Jack get the hell out." I said in a sudden burst of range.
Woah, where did that come from.
"Uh- okay then.." Jack slowly grabbed his things, and stood in the doorway.
"LEAVE JACK!" With that, he ran out.
What a jerk. He hasn't even realized what he's done. I thought he liked me!
I ran up to my room, only to burst out in muffled cries because of the fact that my face was buried in my hands. I didn't want to be heard.
I decided to stop crying. Crying isn't gonna do crap.
I decided to show Jack what he'll be missing with a new slut.
Although we weren't dating and we never "broke up," I'm still gonna do it.
I guess you could call me the jealous type.
I got out some leather legging type pants, a white shirt that said "SCREW GUYS." What a coincidence. I also grabbed a leather jacket, and some black leather boots.
I put on some makeup. Enough to make Johnson jealous, but not enough to make it look like I tried too hard.
I looked at myself in the mirror, and all I could say was: i looked hot.
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