july 18th 2022
(basically the part from last chapter was a dream. i hope that makes sense)
"-she slept in here? after yesterday!" i wake up to kristian yelling. "dude shut up, you woke her up! get out" i open my eyes seeing jackson kicking kristian out.
"is he still pissed" i ask as i hug the pillow i had my head on. "yeah, i get why" he shrugs.
"i didn't think i would upset anyone, i just packed the first things i had" i mumble. "but it was yours exs" he reply's.
"i'm sorry" i whisper again, wiping my eyes so i wouldn't cry again. "you could have worn anything and it was your exs shorts" he nods as he sits on the edge of his bed.
i sit up huffing "jackson i said i'm sorry!" i say throwing my arms in the air. "i get that your sorry but you- you shouldn't even have those! you should have returned them or put them in the trash!" he says raising his voice.
i stand up of the bed glaring at him slightly "i'm sorry YOUR pissed at ME because i wore payton's shorts yet you can use Chrissys hair tie whenever!" i ask.
"it's a hair tie! big deal" he shrugs. "why didn't you return that or put it in the trash?" i raise my voice slightly.
"because i can use what i want!" he yells standing up. "then so can i!" i yell back.
"what are we? a divorced couple!" he asks frustrated. "no we are dating jackson!" i scoff.
"really are we really? do girlfriends wear there exs clothes like it's a normal thing fuck off to there place!" he yells towering over me.
"me and payton are friends! i wear jacob's clothes all the time and you don't yell at me for that!" i yell. "you and him are friends! i know that!" he scoffs.
"well we used to make out all the time" i shrug crossing my arms. "EXCUSE ME WHAT" he practically roars.
"atleast he can say he loves me back" i whisper before storming to my room. "ay get back here! we're not done talking" he says following after me.
"well i am!" i yell, turning to face him in my room. "you don't love me Jackson" i finish looking to the side.
"yes i do! i am i love with you! i even thought about marriage the other day!" he tells me. "bullshit!" i say not believing him.
"you don't believe?!" he scoffs. "how am i suppost to if you can't even say it!" i yell.
"i'm sure payton would say it back wouldn't he huh" he mocks. "get out" i say opening the door.
"you not being serious r-" "get out jackson!" i yell. he raises his hands nodding as he storms out back to his room.
"piece of SHIT" i groan kicking the first thing i saw.
i ignore every emotion running through my body, deciding to get dressed i grab a pink cropped sweater and some leggings along with nike blazer mids.
i change, applying mascara and lip balm before filming some tiktok's.
a knock at my door pulls me out of my day dream as i was going over a dance. "it's ross! can i come in hun?" i hear my manager ask.
i squeal rushing over yanking open the door. i pull him into a quick hug as we step backwards into my room. "your meant to be in new york till august what're you doing here?" i ask as i sit my desk chair while he sits on my bed.
"well i have the biggest fucking surprise for you and you might hate it or love it" he smiles as he sips on the starbucks he had.
"oo what is it" i ask clapping my hands. "you and joseph, joseph quinn have been asked to play master of puppets live in new york.." he says squealing.
