It's been a week since I talked to Jack. He came over my house a few times to check on me, but I never answered. I pretended like I wasn't home. I never answered his calls or his texts, but he was persistent. A text every morning, afternoon, and night, and calls in between. I just wanted him to leave me alone. I was confused why I was so upset at what he did. It wasn't a big deal really. But it hurt. And I couldn't figure out why. I started thinking. Maybe I liked Jack? Maybe I liked him more than I thought I did, and in a different way. I thought he was just a friend, but every so often I caught my self thinking of him as... more.
That's when I heard the knock. Maybe it was time to forgive him. I went downstairs and opened the door.
"Y/n!" Jack gave me a big hug. And I felt safe for once. But I was still mad.
"Jack." I said pulling away.
"Hey what's wrong?" he said.
"What's wrong? Mr Jack Avery of Why Don't We? How about... why don't you tell me." My tone came off colder than I wanted it to.
"Wait. You know about that?"
"Of course I know about it! I'm not stupid!"
"No, no, no. I never thought you were. I just didn't expect you too look into it."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
He sighed. "I didn't want you to change your view of me, or think I was helping you for publicity or something. I'm sorry."
"Are you?"
He gave me a confused looked.
"Are you helping me for your own benefit?"
"God no. Y/n, why would you think that?"
"Because your famous for gods sake! And you found it unimportant to tell me."
"No. It's not that. Y/n I helped you because I like you. A lot."
"Well yeah I like you too. Your a good friend I guess."
"Yeah. Friend." He said. I didn't understand why he seemed sad.
"Listen Jack. Thanks for coming over, but im really tired so im going to go to sleep."
"Okay." He nodded. "Just text me back this time please."
"Sure." I smiled. He left and I went upstairs. I lay on my bed thinking. I called him my friend and he seemed sad. It didn't even feel right to call him my friend. He didn't feel like a friend, but I don't mean that in a way where I don't like him. I do. I like him a lot, but it's in a different way, a way I don't understand.
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14 Days (A Jack Avery FanFiction)
FanfictionMurky and dark, the water loomed before me. Was I really doing this? Was it the right thing to do? Yeah. It was. I had to get rid of this pain in me. It was eating me alive inside. I slowly lifted one foot up, ready to jump. Ready to leap into a new...
