No. Your not falling for Jonah, Cindy. No way.
You don't even know him, yes he's sweet but Zach is sweeter.
But he just punched you in the face...
But he didn't mean it.
I splashed water onto my face and rubbed my eyes trying to push the insane thoughts and feelings outside of my head.
I ran my fingertips against my bruised cheek swallowing the lump in my throat.
He didn't mean to, he didn't mean it.
It's been a week since the Zach incident and I've been avoiding him ever since. I've been sleeping in Jonah's bed while he offered to sleep on the couch. I didn't want him to but he insisted.
A knock on the door startled me as I quickly turned around and my eyes met with Jack; who was leaning against the door and smiling at me.
"Can I come in?" He asked.
"Sure" I simply replied as he walked toward me and sat onto the closed toilet lid.
"I just wanted to apologize for everything that has happened" he said.
"It's fine, I'm going back home tomorrow and the drama will be set and done. Zach and I will go our separate ways and go on with our lives" I explained.
I took the bb cream and my beauty blender and pressed it lightly over the bruise on my check and underneath my bags.
I tried to cover the bruise as much as I could but there's just so much bb cream can do.
"Why do you have to leave?" Jack asked. He shifted, turning towards me as I looked away from the mirror.
I glanced at him. Seriously ?
"I'm just so tired of the drama and the arguing and the fighting. I want to go back to my old life and travel the world like I said I would"
"Cindy, you belong here.. you can really make a living out here in LA"
"I don't care about the money and the fame...I just want to start over" I huffed.
"I understand, I respect your decision.." he said softly. He looked down at his hands and sighed.
"But did you really think Zach would leave everything behind and go with you? It's selfish of you to expect him to do so, you know how much he loves this job...I would be angry too" he shook his head standing up from the toilet as I rolled my eyes at him.
He left the bathroom closing the door behind himself as I looked at myself in the mirror.
Although he was right, I didn't even look like myself. My face was bruised up, I had bags from crying and my hair was nappy and uncombed.
I never looked like this, I've never looked this bad in my life.
I just need to get home.
an: sorry these chapters are so short, I'm working on this story and still trying to figure out how things should go.
Hope your enjoying it:)
