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i had stretched out this grocery shopping trip long enough by driving as slow as i could on the way there and taking any road that could extend the trip. i had forgotten everything that i had come here to get, besides daniel’s fruity pebbles. i went into the store just so i could get his fruity pebbles, nothing more. however, i ended up getting three boxes, don’t ask why, i was just feelin it i guess.

as i had three boxes of fruity pebbles in my arms and i was walking towards the checkout lines, my head turned towards the floor, i ran into something. someone. my fruity pebble boxes went flying to the ground and i bent down quickly to pick them up. when i rose from the ground, i saw a familiar man standing in front of me.

“y/n? is that you? oh my god, it’s been too long! how are you?” my high school sweetheart.

“jason, hey!” i exclaimed, being pulled into a hug while still trying to not crush the beloved boxes of cereal that i still held tight in my arms.

“it’s been so long since we last saw each other!” he repeated.

“i know! you look great!” i complimented him. i didn’t mean to be flirty, i just meant to give a casual compliment, but he seemed to take it as flirting. also, when i said that, i felt like a thirty year old woman who was seeing someone who she went to high school with when in reality i am just a nineteen year old who is running into the guy she dated for her last three years of high school.

“what are you doing back?” i asked, suddenly processing the fact that the reason that we originally broke up was because he was leaving for new york to go to college.

“well, i got to college and you know how i was gonna take photography courses in new york?” he asked rhetorically but i nodded along anyways. “well, once i got there i realized that the writing that it took to explain the picture is what i really loved, so yeah. that’s how i found my passion for writing and LA supposedly has the best writing schools, so here i am!” he rambled.

“oh. well that’s cool! i’m glad that you found your true calling,” i told him, giving him a genuine smile.

“thanks. i, uh, better get going but why don’t you give me your number? that way we can stay in touch,” he offered. we both pulled out our phones and passed them to one another before returning them to their rightful owners. we said goodbye with a hug and then we parted our ways. i walked up to the checkout line, and as i was paying, i realized that jason had made me forget everything that happened with jack earlier. i don’t want to assume anything of jack, but i am truthfully expecting the worst and jason helped me take my mind out of that dark hole for at least a few minutes.

“ma’am, ma’am!” the clerk called at me, snapping her fingers in front of my face as a last resort to get me out of whatever sort of trance i had fallen into.

“oh, i’m sorry, uh,” i stuttered, looking up at the monitor that said my amount due so i didn’t have to ask the poor woman who had probably already told me at least twice. when i saw that the total had come to $9.47 i reached down towards my purse that wasn’t there. i realized that in my rush out of the house, i had not grabbed even a dollar.

“i gotta go, sorry!” i exclaimed, running out of the store. this probably looked absolutely idiotic to everybody else in the line behind me or the ones next to me but i didn’t want to have to explain the fact that i didn’t have money on me so i just booked it all together.

once i reached my car, i jumped in and locked all of the doors out of instinct. i sat there, staring at nothing. i hadn’t even realized i was crying until i felt the salty taste of the tear hit my lips. i wiped it away quickly before pulling out of the parking lot and getting lost in my thoughts again.

i didn’t even know why i was crying. there was nothing to cry about. at least not yet. there is no proof that jack has even done anything wrong. maybe i’m just jumping to conclusions! even though i kept trying to give myself alternate excuses, i couldn’t stop crying.

instead of taking all of the back roads and the long ways, i just drove straight to my second home. the why don’t we house. i didn’t want to go home crying because my brother would flip out. my brother, mark, has never truly trusted jack, and if he were to see my tear stained cheeks let alone fresh tears flowing down my face, jack would not live to see another sunset.

i walked into the why don’t we house and shut the door behind me, leaning on it and staring at absolutely nothing. i probably looked dead, but to be honest i didn’t care at this point.

“y/n! where the hell were you?!” zach exclaimed, jumping up and running towards me. all of the boys followed but i didn’t reply.

“we were worried sick! the store is only ten minutes away and you were gone for three hours!” daniel yelled, but not in a rude tone. as they got closer to me, they noticed the tears.

“oh hunny,” corbyn sighed, pulling me into a hug. i flung my arms around him and dug my face into the crook of his neck as i cried some more. this is what i loved about corbyn. he didn’t even know what was wrong, but he was there as a shoulder to cry on, literally. i heard footsteps and then an all to familiar voice.

“what the fu-” jack started but i cut him off, finally speaking after being mute entirely for at least twenty minutes.

“out!” i screamed, my head shooting up but refusing to make eye contact with jack.

“oh baby, what hap-” he begun again.

“i said out!” i yelled at the top of my lungs, finally making eye contact with him and pointing towards the back door. his eyes widened when he saw the tears streaming down my face.

“why are you cr-” jack spoke yet again.

“do you not speak fucking english!? i told you to get the hell out!” i yelled, not breaking the intense eye contact. he didn’t budge. i pushed away from corbyn and began to walk closer to jack, but not any closer than five feet apart. jack and i stood there for what felt like an eternity while i felt each of the boys’ stares burning through my back like lava.

“i’m not leaving until you explain to me why you’re crying,” jack argued, not moving his body in the slightest and not changing his facial expression.

“you, jack! you’re the reason why i’m crying! i don’t know what’s happening with you lately but i’m fucking over all of your shit! there, now that you know, i need you to get the hell out,” i spoke in a loud yet shaky voice. his stare was stone cold. he looked emotionless. i noticed that he looked behind me to the boys but i didn’t dare turn around. i didn’t want to know what was happening.

“when you’re ready to be a good girlfriend and put actual effort into our relationship, let me know. alright, princess?” the way he said princess was not how he usually said it. he usually said it in a tone that made me feel loved. the tone that every girl wants to hear for the rest of her life. but this time, he spat it out of his mouth as an insult, and i could tell. he stormed out of the house and i stared at the door he left through for what felt like forever. i didn’t move. i couldn’t move. i was completely numb.

did i just lose the best thing that has ever happened to me?

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