without you // jack duff

chapter 20 ~ what?!

cassie's pov

it landed on jack. out of the 10 of us, it had to land on jack. jack. do i have some kind of curse?

i looked at jack and he was nervously looking back at me. i bit my lip, knowing that i was gonna have no way to get out of this no matter what i do.

"we may as well get this over with" i sighed shuffling forward, and he nervously did the same. theres no way we'd remember this in the morning anyways. we quickly looked at each other before slowly leaning in

"wiat!" rye shouted before we could kiss

"what?" i asked, really wanting to get this over with

"if i am correct," he started, trying to sound smart and technical
"this is the seventh round, so you have to have seven seconds in heaven" he evilly grinned

"but-" i started, really not wanting to do this

"it's the rules" harvey said, pushing jack up. i groaned and stood up, following jack to rye and harvey's room. at least we wouldn't have to kiss now

"use harvey's bed!" rye called, receiving a small punch from harvey. we both ignored them, walking into their room and closing the door. it was quieter in here since the closed door blocked out the loud music. jack awkwardly stood in the middle of the room just looking around while i leaned against the door, looking at my feet. we stood in silence for a while

"i'm sorry" he spoke, causing me to look up at him
"i- im really sorry" he said, sounding genuinely honest, but i didn't care

"you should be" i mumbled and looked away. i didn't need this right now, i needed it 3 years ago

"cassie i mean it. i've hated myself so much since i left. i thought i'd never see you again" he spoke, sounding genuinely broken

"well maybe it would have been better if i'd never saw you again" i snapped, still looking away from him. he stayed silent for a moment

"i didn't mean to hurt you" he whispered, and i finally looked at him

"you didn't mean to hurt me?! how the fuck could i not have felt hurt?! i lost everyone. i had no friends or family left and you expected me to not feel hurt?!" i had raised my voice, but the others wouldn't hear me over the music

"w-what about your da-"

"he killed himself" i cut him off
"you know the state he was in". jack had left before my dad did what he did, so he wouldn't have knew

"oh" he whispered, looking even more hurt
"i'm so sorry" he apologised again

"saying sorry isn't going to do anything now is it?!" i shouted, getting more angry at him

"what else am i supposed to say? it hurt me to leave too you know!" he shouted back

"then why did you leave? why cut off all contact with me? you could never understand the pain i went through!"

"i said i'm sorry!"

"what is that gonna change?!" i shouted. he was about to shout back but i watched his face turn from angry to a smirk

"what?!" i snapped

"you still like me" he smirked

"what?!" i repeated, not understanding where this had came from. how drunk is he?

"you still like me" he repeated, the same annoying smirk twisted on his face. i gave him a confused look

"when you're arguing with someone you don't wanna be fighting with you bite your lip" he said, and i immediately stopped biting my lip. he was right. it's a habit i've always done. i only ever do it in an argument if i care about the person, but i didn't even realise i was doing it.

"i. . . but-" i stuttered, not knowing what to say. of course i don't like him. how could i? he mentally destroyed me, how could i still have feelings for him?

"admit it, you like me"

"what? no! i- i don't like you!" i stressed, starting to get really annoyed

"you know you do" he said, stepping closer to me. one of his hands rested on my waist, gently bringing me closer to him as his other hand sat on my cheek, pushing my hair back and slightly tilting my head up towards him. i found myself drowning in his ocean eyes as they inched closer to me, his lips slowly getting closer to mine and i found myself fluttering my eyes shut

"you like me" he whispered, letting his warm breath hit my lips before backing away again

i quickly opened my eyes to see that he still had that same smirk twisted on his face. what the hell was that? what was he trying to do?

but what was i going to do? i wasn't going to kiss him was i? no of course not, why would i want to? . . .

you know what? fuck this

i reached out and grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him towards me and smashing our lips together

a/n
it is currently 2:11am and i have fake nails on i feel like a gorl

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