Shameless

I went home feeling like shit. I cried pretty much the whole night.
Jack had called me a bitch and told me he didn’t need me. Sure he was high, but I know he meant it. I pissed him off. And he was right; I was being too judgmental and I pounced on him for having a flaw.
I was pretty harsh myself, so it’s hypocritical of me to even be crying right now.
I’m just so, entirely against drugs as a whole. I watched it ruin some of my friends’ lives in high school and I just couldn’t stand the fact that Jack was on that same path. I know it’s not like some people can’t smoke weed and still have a productive life, but just the thought of smoking anything makes me cringe.
Especially cigarettes. And I don’t think I need to explain why I hate those.
But, I can admit that I was rude. All those things I said to him were so uncalled for.
So, I tried to apologize to him for it.
I called him a few times that night, but he never picked up. I tried sending a bunch of texts about how wrong I was and how sorry I am, but he never responded to any.
And I’d go back to his house but honestly, I know when I’m not wanted.
I was just hoping that he would cool off and we could be fine later.
He couldn’t be done with me.. He couldn’t.

In the morning, I tried texting him again, but I still got no response. It scared me, but I decided to grow a pair and go to his house.
What if he doesn’t want me there?
What if he doesn’t even answer?
My nerves were eating me up inside as I got ready and started the drive to his place.
I had rehearsed my apology speech over and over in my head, and I could only hope that it would go well.
I pulled up to his apartment and took a deep breath, then walked up to his door.
Here goes nothing.
I knocked on the door and waited, counting the seconds.
One.. Two.. Three.. Four..
I could’ve jumped for joy when I saw the door open.
But who I saw was no where near who I wanted to see.
Opening the door was a blonde chick with messy hair and clothes that look like they were just thrown on in a hurry.
No fucking way.
“W-who are you?” I asked her, staring at her in both shock and anger.
“I was just leaving.” She started to step out of the house, when Jack walked up behind her and froze when he saw me.
His hair was even more messy than hers was, and I could see a hickey on his neck from where I was standing.
“A-Alex?”
The blonde had started walking away, meanwhile, my eyes were overspilling with tears.
“Alex.. Alex I-“ He struggled to explain himself.
I shook my head and turned around, walking back to my car.
“Alex! Alex, wait!”
I ignored him and quickly got in my car, driving back home while letting tears stream down my cheeks.
He was done with me.

Notes

This is the quickest I've updated this in a while.

Sooo.. I decided to skip a Jack chapter because I thought you needed an Alex POV.
I'm not sure if that was the right move or not.

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Title cred: Six Degrees of Separation- The Script