Was it Real? Or a Love Scene.

My beds cold but whatever that didn’t matter. I tossed and turned all night last night thinking about what I said to Paige and I questioned it all day today. Why on earth would I ask that? I was really curious though. I mean not like it should have mattered but she hadn’t even talked about him I was just still stuck on it since she had mentioned it before. So here I am the second night since I argued with Paige and I’m staring at the ceiling. I sighed and rolled over then a loud boom went through my house. I sat up in bed and stared at my bedroom door. “Hello?!” I yelled into the distance of my darkened bedroom.

The door burst open and Jack came barreling in. I quickly stood up to help him stand knowing he was obviously intoxicated. “Jack, I’m not in the mood-” “Alex, I drove Paige to the airport and she’s gone!” He yelled as we accidently fell over and crashed to the floor. “What!?” I questioned pushing Jack off of me. “Her friend called and said that Skylar got into something she was allergic to and she demanded I drive her to the airport so I did, and now she’s gone.” He said back sitting up so his back was against the side of my bed.

“Jack you reek of alcohol, and how did you even get to her. Isn’t your day tomorrow?” “Well, something came up with Cass and Rian asked to trade with me.” I stood up and turned on the lamp in my room on my nightstand. “Where’d you get the hickies?” I asked pointing to a nice deep purple one on his neck. He covered it with his hand. “Paige.” He mumbled and looked down. “Wait,” His head shot up at me, his eyes pleading for me to lower my voice. “She kissed you?” I questioned lowering my voice. “Yeah, that’s as far as we got though, then she got the call-” “You were gonna go further?” I questioned sitting on the edge of my bed.

It felt weird, like weirdness in my chest but not like chest pains but Jack interrupted my thinking. “I’ve tried to call her but she’s not answering. What if something happened to Skylar, that’s the only family she has left.” He added in a saddened tone. I looked at him. “When was her flight?” “She took off about,” He looked at his phone. “Roughly about an hour ago, so when I look in google how long is a flight to Woodstock, Ga, I get about an hour and thirty minutes.” He said standing. “Id the hickie really noticeable? I don’t want Matt getting mad at me, plus I don’t want people to think were dating I never even asked her out.”

My head shot up. “Ask her out? Were you going to?” I asked. He shrugged his shoulders and went towards the door of my bedroom. “I don’t know.” He said leaving my bedroom. I ran out and stood at the top of the steps. “Where are you going?” I asked concern lacing my voice. “Back home, duh-” “No, you can’t drive Jack. Take the guest bed.” He didn’t need to be told twice and headed up the steps two at a time and jogged to one of my guest rooms. “Thanks dude.” He shouted before heading off into the bedroom. I stood there for a minute contemplating what I should do now. “Why would she kiss Jack?” I asked and turned back to my room.

I decided to attempt to go to sleep. She wasn’t answering and was almost back in Georgia so no use doing anything now. We’ll call and figure something out tomorrow. We’ll talk to Matt and such.

Notes

EXTREMELY short...I know but it's just a filler for the next one coming up shortly. :) Leave a comment please if you like the story do far. :P As always Love ya!