Different

Chapter 37

I've tried talking to Jack this week but he's been avoiding me. Every day, he's avoiding me more and every day it's making me more sad and annoyed. I mean, I get that he's angry with me but it's been a week. The least he could do is talk to me by now. We'll still be friends. Right?

I really miss him and our talks and our jokes. Basically everything. I just want everything to be the way it was. Is it too much I'm asking for?

I'm walking down the hall and see Jack. He tries to turn around but I've had it. I run towards him, ignoring all the stares.

"Jack stop," I say loudly but he ignores me, walking even faster now. Stepping im front of him, I rest my hand on his chest, stopping him finally.

He looks at me, hurt and disappointment in his eyes. I back down a bit, removing my hand off of his chest. "W..hat?" His voice breaks and tears gather in his eyes. My heart aches for him. I shouldn't have done what I did.

"Can- can we talk?" I stutter and he sighs.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Please, Jack. I miss you," I cry out and he closes his eyes.

"Meet me at my dorm after school," and with that he leaves. Huge wave of relief washes over me.

The day passes by slowly, because of my anticipation of seeing him. And Luke wasn't at school, so it was pretty boring. I wonder where he went. Dylan too! He sometimes just disappears somewhere with him and they're gone for such a long time. When I ask him about it, all I get is a "don't worry about it."

I'm guessing Luke won't be back until later at night, so there won't be any problems with me being in Jack's room.

As the day goes by, I can't help myself but to look at the clock every three minutes. When the last bell rings, I run outside, straight to Jack's dorm. He's already there, since his classes ended earlier than mine. He looks the way he's looking the entire week - exhausted.

And cold apparently, due to his long sleeves he's always wearing.

He signals me to sit next to him. I close the door and do so. Sighing, he looks at me, "so.. what 'cha wanna talk about?" he gives me such a bad fake smile it hurts.

"Us."

He chuckles, shaking his head, "let me guess. You wanna get back with me because Luke left you huh? I know I'm just a second choice to you, Emma. And that's all I'll ever be."

I'm taken aback. Is that what he thinks he is? Because he couldn't be more wrong. I mean at least I think so?

"What? No! I just want us to be best friends again," I stand up, resting my hands on my hips. He's really taking this too far. I could never use him or have him as my second choice. I just want us to be besties again.

"Really? So you're telling me if that dick decided that he doesn't wanna be with you anymore, you wouldn't run to me?" I remain silent. He has a point here.

"That's what I thought," he chuckles and places his palms on his face, exhaling. "Look, I'm not mad at you. I couldn't be. Ever. I'm just disappointed. And as you know I do like you. A lot. And it'll be hard for me to be just friends with you right now. I just need some time before we're back acting like it never happened so Luke won't find anything out."

How does he know about Luke not knowing about this? He knows me really well. Better than anyone. Whenever we go out I don't have to tell him what I want to eat because he just knows me so well and orders for me.

"So you won't tell him?" I ask him.

"Of course not," he smiles softly, getting up. He hugs me, "you're still my Emmy, you know," he kisses my forehead. The butterflies are still there. I'm with Luke so this shouldn't be happening right now.