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jack stares at the phone and bites his thumb nail as he watches the video of sierra on megan the stallions story. there's four videos of sierra back to back. the first one is an outfit check, the second one is dusse being poured down her throat, the third a video of solely megan and sierra, where sierra is making the duck face and smiling at the camera, and the last, the one that has him fucked up the most, is her dancing on a random guy who's head is cut out of the video.

he doesn't know whether he should be turned on by the way she's dancing, or distraught because of the fact that it's not him that she's dancing on. he's somewhere in between.

"you good, bro?" druski asks, furrowing his brows at his suddenly quiet friend.

"he ain't good—look at what he watching," urban wyatt says from the studio couch. druski gets up and walks over to jack, looking over his shoulder at his phone. jack doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's being put in a trance by sierra.

druski sucks his teeth. "come on, man," jack only shrugs and sighs. locking his phone and leaning his head back and closing his eyes. after sierra left their section last night, his mood plummeted. his brain is so stuck on her, that he couldn't even entertain his 'date' after the club. he simply dropped her off where he picked her up and didn't look back. didn't reply to her messages when he woke up. "leave that alone, bro."

"you know what she said to me last night?" jack asks, eyes still closed.

"didn't she blow you off the other night?" urban asks, rolling up a backwood.

"she obviously had a change of heart," jack says, like he's trying to convince himself. "i'm gonna call her."

"dont call her," druski and urban say at the same time. jack opens one eye and squints at them.

"why not?"

"she was drunk last night! she was saying anything," druski says, obviously bitter that she cut their friendship off because of jack.

jack shakes his head. "nah. it was different," he says, opening both eyes and sitting up. he still knows her like the back of his hand, he's seen her drunk. he knows the look in her eye, and when she's being serious, or when she clearly won't remember doing anything the next day. "imma call her." he says decidedly. druski bats his hand in jacks direction, waving him off.

jack gets up and exits the studio, dialing sierras number from memory. he leans against the wall as the phone rings and rings, until he gets sent to voicemail. he calls her again, partly to be an asshole, but mostly because he needs to talk to her.

the line picks up, and jack straightens. "hello?" she asks, her voice hoarse and groggy.

"good morning to you too," jack says. it's silent before sierra groans. jack can practically hear the eye roll as she sighs. it's clear to him that she picked up without checking who it was.

"what do you want?" she mumbles.

"it's 12 pm and you're still asleep? not very nurse-like of you."

"fuck you. what do you want?" she asks again, her voice clearer. jack smiles to himself.

"i'm taking you up on your offer," he says. when she doesn't respond he adds, "from last night. you know where to find me." he mimics.

sierra scoffs. "fuck you. i was drunk," she replies. but she remembers very clearly, but only partially meant it. she didn't like what she saw up in his section. she mostly said it out of jealousy because she knew what he would do.

"you keep saying that, it's gon happen," he replies.

"fuck you."

"when and where, sierra?" he says, his voice so serious that she hesitates for a second, her mind wandering to all the times he had her screaming—on the bed, a table, a counter. anywhere. everywhere.

"shut up. don't you got some bitch to entertain?" sierra didnt mean for her voice to come out so jealously, but it does and it makes jack smile.

"nah. she not here," he says.

"oh." she sounds satisfied. "what do you want, though, jack?"

you. "i'm in atlanta until i want to leave, and i want to see you."

"like i said, i was drunk. i dont want to see you," she lies. jack sucks his teeth.

"since when was drinking a good excuse? alcohol is just there to help us say what we can't when we're sober," jack replies. "besides, you got my cardinals jacket, and i want it back."

"shut the fuck up."

"i'll be over in thirty."

"don't come over here, jack. i'm serious."

"bye, sierra."

-

jack pulls up to the all too familiar condo complex. they're on the nicer side—rent being $1600 a month. he'd know, because he was paying for it for nine months. jack bought the apartment for sierra during her junior year, mostly because he got tired of being interrupted whenever they were alone because of her roommates, but also because he's a nice guy and wanted to make sierra happy after hearing her complain about how she wanted her own place for so long.

jack puts on his shades and gets out of the car, careful not to crease his air forces. he walks the short walk down to her door, not getting the chance to give himself another pep talk, like in the car.

he knocks and then shoves his hands into the pockets of his tracksuit jacket. he waits ten seconds, and when he doesn't hear anything, he knocks again. the yap of a dog makes him roll his eyes. "coming!" sierra yells from the other side.

a few moments later, the door is being swung open, a look of shock on her face, like she forgot he was coming. her sisters tiny pomeranian, coco, comes running behind her. sierra picks her up before she can get out. "i'll be right back. stay here," she instructs jack, like hes the dog.

he doesn't get to reply as she takes off, seemingly putting the dog away and coming back with his cardinals jacket. she practically pushes it into his arms. "here," sierra says, wedging herself between the door and the doorframe.

"damn, i can't even get a 'hello'? whats up with you?"

sierra sighs. "jack, just leave, okay?" he tilts his head back and looks down his nose at her. she rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips. "seriously; go."

"im not that damn dog, quit talking to me like that," he says. sierra doesn't roll her eyes, but he can see it in her face that she wants to. they stand there in silence for s moment before jack looks her up and down, a small smirk on his face. "you look good, girl."

she scoffs. "oh my gosh. leave."

"i'm serious! you get finer everyday," he says. sierra shrugs her shoulders, a smug look on her face.

"i know," she says, vaguely gesturing to herself. they have a staring contest again, until sierra gets overwhelmed and looks away. she clears her throat and touches her hand to her necklace nervously. jack keeps his eyes on her, trying to catch her gaze again. "but you should really get going. your girlfriend is probably expecting you."

jack lets out a bark of a laugh.  "first of all, she's not my girlfriend," he says. sierra only hums, not looking at him. "and secondly, i don't know why you keep mentioning her, like you care or something." he adds, the corner of his mouth quirking.

sierra gives him a bored look. "whoever she is, i don't think she would like that you're here, no? so you should leave."

jack laughs and shakes his head. "you don't get it," he says plainly. sierra frowns.

"i dont get what?"

"i don't give a damn about that girl. i could have her gone like that," he says, snapping his fingers. "just say it."

sierras frown deepens. she doesn't like to hear him talk about other women like that, no matter how jealous she may feel. if he can talk about another girl like that, what makes her think she's exempt? 

"goodbye, jack," sierra says, starting to close the door. he stops it with his hand, making her eyes shoot up to her hairline. "what the fuck are you doing?"

"can i use your bathroom? please?" jack asks. sierra looks at him like hes crazy, unmoving. "please?" sierra shifts her jaw and groans.

"fine," she mumbles defeatedly. she pulls the door open more so he can enter and stands out of the way. jack thanks her steps in, immediately getting hit with the sweet smell of vanilla. "hurry up."

"okay, damn, i'm going," he says, taking his time as he walks through her house. sierra follows him quickly on his heels, not giving him enough time to look around. she all but shoves him into the bathroom, causing jack to send her a dirty look over his shoulder. 

sierra ignores the muscles she feels in his back and rolls her eyes for the hundredth time since she's talked to him today.

jack closes the door behind him and opens the toilet like he's going to use it, but doesn't. instead, he looks around for any extra razors, deodorant, or cologne—for the signs of a boyfriend. he pulls open her medicine cabinet and sees nothing but pill bottles, extra toiletries, and a pair of giant diamond studs—which definitely belong to a man.

jack closes the medicine cabinet gently and looks at himself in the mirror. "fuck!" he whispers, realizing that he's been in here too long. he flushes the toilet and then turns on the sink. he quickly washes his hand with her vanilla scented soap and dries them on her nice towels.

when jack opens the door, he jumps at the sight of sierra standing behind it with her arms crossed and a pissed off look on her face. "were you looking through my things?"

"um- what the fuck, jack!"

"what, sierra?" jack asks, his voice desperate.

"get out!" she yells, hysterical. "why were you looking through my stuff, the fuck is your problem?" she yanks him out of the bathroom and pushes him out into the hallway. any other man would get pissed off at her behavior, but something about sierra being aggressive turns jack on more than it should.

"look, im sorry, alright?" he says once they reach the front door. "but can you blame me for being curious? you get to press me about that girl, but i can't be curious?"

"that's an invasion of privacy! one of which you are no longer allowed to invade!" she says, pointing a finger in his face. his pushes her hand down and takes a step back. she clenches her jaw and chews on the inside of her cheek. "please just leave."

"can i say something?" he asks, holding out his hands in a pleading way once he sees her about to protest.

"what?" she asks her voice clipped and irritated. she closes her eyes and leans her head against the doorframe.

"i just want to try again with you. i'm really sorry—for everything, sierra. i mean that. i meant what i said the other night. i miss you—a lot," he says.

"jack- anything. i'll do anything," he interrupts, pleading. sierra opens her mouth but then quickly closes it, weighing his words.

she raises an eyebrow, her eyes narrowed. "anything?"

"anything."

sierra considers his words before sighing. there's not much he can do to make up for the pain he caused her. "jack, i need some time to think," she replies after a beat of silence.

"and then what?"

"what do you mean?"

"are you going to call me, or what? if you aren't willing to try, just say that. but after last night, im going to have a hard time believing it," he says, and that's her problem. because she wants so badly to say that she isn't, but they both know that would be a lie. she's so willing to try again that it's almost pathetic, given how long it took her to even feel semi normal after they ended. six months of self reflection and discovery down the drain.

"i'll call you, alright?"

it's enough for jack.

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