Sarah
"Go away, Jack!" I slur and lean against the wall to get away from his hold. When did I become this wasted?
"Sarah, please listen to me." Jack pleads and reaches out for me.
"Don't you dare touch me." I warn him and even though I am drunk, I say it very calm and serious.
"Sarah you are drunk, you don't have control over yourself." He tries again and the longing in his voice almost makes me listen to him.
"Puh-lease! I have everything under control." I slur once again. Though I cannot agree with my own words since the world is spinning like crazy.
Once again I reach for the wall, but this time it isn't there and I almost fall over. But Jack catches me before I can do so and the grip he has on me is firm.
"Let me go, Jack." I say grimly. I still have a slight ounce to fight him and there is no way I am giving just yet.
"Hell no." He says just as grimly and the look on his face makes my insides twist.
How can I possibly have survived this long without him? I have craved his touch like a drug addict and now I finally get to touch him.
I grab ahold of his arm to steady myself and ignore the tingling feeling that spreads through my hand.
"Why don't you just go back to your slut?" I harshly remark and have to keep myself from not crying. Images of how he kissed her earlier flash through my mind and I nearly vomit. He should kiss no girl like that, but me.
"Just stop, Sarah, you behaved just as badly." Jack says tiredly and wipes a hand over his face.
"At least I didn't use tongue with my slut." I point out and snicker a bit. Jack rolls his eyes, but has a slight smile on his lips as well.
"No, you just let him hump you like an animal." Jack growls and the anger is back.
"Yeah well, humping is way more innocent than sticking your tongue down someone's throat." I snap and jerk free.
"You know what? Ever since I got to know you, you haven't done anything than cause trouble!" I growl and stomp with my foot.
Jack gives me a skeptical look. "Did you just stomp your-"
"Shut up and let me finish!" I cut him off and he puts up his hands in defense.
"You have caused nothing but trouble! Before I met you I didn't have a care in the world about jealousy or fucking shit ass girls smudging themselves all over my man!" I say angrily, but stop immediately, probably looking just as surprised as Jack.
What the hell did I just say?
Jack looks just as taken aback, but soon a pleased grin spreads over his face.
"Don't look so bloody pleased, they can grope you all they want for all that I care." I mutter embarrassed and turn around to walk away. Of course I don't get too far.
Jack pulls me back in a second and holds me tightly against his chest. I can feel his laughter rumble against my cheek and even though I am tremendously mad at him, I can't help but feel satisfied that I made him happy.
He has been looking downright depressed and low lately. Sure he deserves it, but I can't help feeling sorry for him. We are kind of sharing the same pain and well frankly, you don't want to see the man you love in pain.
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah." Jack chuckles and strokes my hair.
I just keep quiet and savor the moment of being in Jack's arms. Tiredly I lean my head against his chest and snuggle it.
"Let's go and sit down, you have had a tad much to drink." Jack says kindly and leads me to the sofa.
"But I have to find Sam." I whine, yet heavily falls onto the sofa. Jack sits down next to me and I immediately lean onto him and takes one of his hands.
Okay, fine. I know I am weak alright?
However I am drunk at the moment, feeling melancholy and my heart aches for Jack.
"Sarah I heard that he went home with another... um homosexual guy." Jack explains and I laugh at his attempt to be as friendly as he can towards Sam.
"Woo! Gaysex!" I shout and fist pump the air. I gain the attention of the few people who are left at the party and they give me confused glances.
Jack covers my mouth and brings me close to him. "Shut up will you?"
"Don't be such a prude, darling." I slur and giggle.
"Oh so we have switched roles now?" Jack asks, looking amused.
"Yeah, I am Sarah. I sleep with girls every other hour and break the heart belonging to the girl who I live with." I mimic his voice.
Jack doesn't find this as humorous though as his mouth sets into a grim line.
"What?" I ask with a goofy grin.
"Nothing." He says indifferently and looks away. I just shrug and lean onto him once more.
Jack's hand is doing circular motions on my arm and it is giving me goosebumps. I turn my face to look up at him and he seems to be in deep thought.
I lift my hand, which is tangled up with his, and give the back of his hand a feather light kiss. This brings his attention.
"What was that for?" He says with a crooked smile.
"You should smile more. It makes you look beautiful." I tell him and his brows rise on his forehead.
"Of course you are always beautiful, but you become even more beautiful when you smile." I continue my blabber.
Jack just gives me a skeptical look. "Beautiful?" He repeats, obviously having trouble with my choice of word.
"Alright, sexy then." I roll my eyes and snicker.
"I'm sexy?" Jack repeats, giving me a scrutinizing look. I think he is trying to figure just how drunk I actually am.
"Don't play dumb, everyone knows that you look like a model, so don't try and act a fool." I argue, using way too much hand gestures.
"Alright." Jack chuckles and shakes his head.
We sit silently with each other, just enjoying the company. After a while Jack stands up.
"We should head home." He holds out his hand to me.
"But I wanna party." I pout, but take his hand.
"There will be more parties." Jack assures me while guiding me through the house.
"For you, but not me. I never get invited to parties. I have been to two parties my whole life and one of them was held in my own house." I remind him and pout even more.
"I will take you to more parties." He promises and smiles.
"Really?" I say excited. "Awesome!" I clap my hands.
"Yes, but right now we are leaving." Jack chuckles and picks out his phone.
"Who are you calling?" I ask curiously, but he just makes a sign for me to be quiet. I pout again and, whilst grinning, Jack leans in to peck my lips.
I barely get to react before he is talking into the speaker and ignoring me. Well sort of ignoring me, he still has his arm around me and is making a slow circle movement on my hip.
I slowly touch my lips, which are still tingling from the quick kiss.
I want more of that...
Without thinking it through, I bring my arms around Jack's neck and grabs his face between my hands, forcing him to look at me. Which he does quizzically.
With him still on the phone, I bring his mouth to mine.
"Wha-," he starts, however I cut him off by sticking my tongue in his mouth and stroking it against his. Jack groans and starts to kiss me back, hungrily. Finally the needy feeling, deep in my stomach is satisfied.
I have had that feeling in my stomach for weeks and it has turned me into a needy and cranky bitch. The butterflies spreading through my stomach dampens the feeling though.
"Jack? Are you there?" A deep male voice is sounding from the phone and we are brought back to reality.
Jack lets me go immediately. "Behave." He whispers to me before returning to his conversation.
I pout at him, but he just smiles and shakes his head at me. The need for him is back in an instant and now it is mixed with a nauseous feeling.
"Oh god." I mumble and cover my mouth, before releasing Jack and running towards the bathroom.
I can hear Jack call out from behind me, but there is no way that I am stopping.
I have barely reached the toilet door when the bile rises, I throw myself at the toilet seat and release my insides into it.
I throw up, and throw up, and throw up... It is never ending. Just when I think that it is over even more arise from my stomach.
Suddenly I hear the door close and then Jack is beside me, holding back my hair and stroking my back.
"Ohh... Doesn't it ever stop?" I whine into the toilet.
"Here drink this." Jack holds out a glass of water and I drink greedily from it. I then lean against the wall next to the toilet seat and my head bumps into it with a loud thud.
"How are you feeling?" Jack asks concerned.
"Like shit." I mutter with closed eyes.
"I figured, here have some more water." He says and offers me the glass again.
"Thanks." I mumble and drink more slowly this time.
"Do you think that you will throw up more?"
"No, at least I hope not."
"Good, because a friend of mine will soon be here to drive us home." Jack smiles at me and I give him a weak smile back.
"Come on, my little party princess, let's go home." Jack says helping me to my feet.