savannah's pov

just as the doorbell rang, i picked myself up on my crutches and hopped towards the front door.

i opened it and let out a sigh of relief at lauren and sammy standing on the doorstep.

"thank god you guys are here" i emphasised.

lauren chuckled, creasing her brows, "why?".

"hey, you're supposed to be resting your leg" jack appeared behind me. "the doctor said that you shouldn't be moving so much"

i looked at sammy and lauren, subtly rolling my eyes, "that's why".

they both laughed at my misery and brushed past jack to get inside the house.

"hey, no offence but savannah needs to rest, so maybe you should come back later" jack advised.

"no, you two are staying" i instantly ordered.

"jack, leave the poor girl alone" sammy gripped his shoulder as we all stood in the hallway.

"exactly, plus when the doctor said i shouldn't be moving, i said that was bullshit because enforcing mobility helps" i corrected.

"once again, you're not the doctor, savs" jack told me.

"and once again, neither are you" i retorted.

he annoyingly mimicked my words and i couldn't help but do the same back. somehow, he always manages to bring out the inner-child in me.

"okay, as cute as you two are right now, i'm starving" lauren groaned, comfortably making her own way to the kitchen.

the rest of us followed behind her - me, obviously being the slowest with the assistance of my crutches.

"there's actually some left over french toast - one of jack's specialties" i pointed out, settling on one of the chairs.

sammy choked up a laugh, "since when? jack burns everything".

"for your information, i've actually been learning" jack announced with a proud smile on his lips.

"wow, so first you're a doctor and now a professional chef?" lauren couldn't help her sarcasm as she dug into the plate of food that she quickly prepared herself.

jack folded his arms, "should you really be complaining whilst taking a mouthful of my food?".

"i never said it was good" she replied, causing sammy and i to dramatically coo at her response.

jack glared at us both, so we coughed to try and suppress our laughter, but it wasn't working out very well.

"alright, that's it. i'm never cooking again" he finalised, offendedly placing himself down on the chair.

i touched his shoulder, holding in my last few laughs, "she was joking, drama-queen. lauren, tell him you were joking".

she huffed, settling down her knife and fork, "i was joking. it's good...for you".

lauren always loves to tease the guys and see how far they'll go, so for her, it was a good enough apology. i accepted it, but jack just gave her an immature glare.

"so, when are you two ditching us again?" sammy questioned, resting his elbows on the bar table.

"we're not ditching you, our lives are in london" i explained to him.

"your lives are in la too" lauren added.

"you're acting like we don't visit every other month" jack pointed out, sipping my glass of water.

lauren pouted, "it's not enough".

if i could, i would easily drop everything in london and come back home but i'm still so invested in my job and building my fashion career.

"but to answer your question, i'm not sure yet. i can slowly feel my leg healing, but i don't want to get ahead of myself and rush back to london" i told them.

"is it selfish to say that i hope your leg takes slightly longer to recover, just so i can see you both all the time?" sammy inquired.

"yes, sammy. it is" jack answered him.

i chuckled at the unimpressed expression on jack's face and how seriously he was taking the question.

"no, it's not selfish" i hugged my arms around sammy's waist beside me. "it's sweet in fact".

jack scoffed at us and stood up to go and wash the few dishes in the sink.

"he's just jealous" sammy whispered to lauren and i.

"no, i'm not!" jack exclaimed with his back to us and we all laughed quietly at his reaction.

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jack's pov

savannah was in the bathroom taking a shower, so i sat in her room waiting for her to finish and to be on call in case she needed me.

"hey, do you want to watch a movie after?" i called out to her.

"sure. andrea and lauren are coming over later, so you might be ruled out when we choose which one though" she replied over the running water.

i laughed, "it's fine, i'm used to it. what time are they coming?".

"uh, i think at around five".

i wanted to check the time now, but my phone was downstairs charging, so i clicked the home button on savannah's phone and saw that it was 3:55pm.

but as soon as i did, a few texts started to appear on the screen. it was from tristan, reading:

hey. i know i shouldn't say this, but i miss you savannah.

even though we said that we should focus on our priorities, i just can't get over you like nothing happened between us.

it's been harder than i thought and i was wondering when you were coming back in london? maybe i could see you and we could talk things out again?

i pulled my eyebrows together, confused as to why he was texting her after everything that he did and caused to savannah's life.

thinking to myself for a second, i tried to remember her passcode from when we were dating. i typed in the first combination that i could think of and surprisingly, the screen immediately unlocked.

i tapped the messages icon and read over tristan's texts again.

an idea sprung to mind, but i questioned the consequences that could come from it so i brushed it off and settled the phone back down.

i suddenly started to question the benefits of my idea - twiddling my thumbs together and staring at the phone in front of me.

if savannah saw the text, would she really meet with tristan again even after everything? his wife, the upcoming baby, the accident?

she was in pieces when she found out about his lies and i can't bare to watch her go through that twice.

unlocking the phone once again, i returned back to the message and began typing:

i've moved on, tristan.

so if you really cared about me, you would leave me alone and stop texting me.

after the text was sent, i deleted the conversation and put the phone back in its original space.

i know that i should trust savannah to make the right choice and leave tristan in the past, but i care about her - i can't help it.

i just needed to be sure that he's not going to worm his lying-self back into her life.

the sound of the water falling in the bathroom stopped and savannah soon left the bathroom, tightening her purple robe around her body.

i cleared my throat, "good shower?".

"so refreshing" she exhaled with a smile.

i went over to help her limp towards the bed, so that she could sit down. she picked up her phone beside her and started scrolling through it. i stood by cautiously, watching her every move.

as if on cue, her phone started to ring. i could see that it was tristan and savannah knew that i saw it too, so she awkwardly answered and held it to her ear.

why the hell is he calling her after he was told to leave her alone? seriously, this guy just doesn't give up.

"um, hey" she first spoke.

i wasn't sure what they were talking about, but seeing her take her phone away from her ear and look through it was an instant red flag for me to start leaving the room.

"what? i never sent that, that wasn't me" savannah answered him.

i stood at the door, scratching the back of my head until her eyes landed on me.

"hey, tristan? i'm sorry, but i've got to go" she told, then quickly hung up. "jack, wait".

i failed to make a quick exit and turned to her.

"were you on my phone at all, while i was in the shower?" she questioned.

although from the anxious look on her face, it seemed like the only answer she was hoping to hear was no.

"no, i was just—" i began to say and i should have just replied with a simple 'no', because i could tell that her suspicion was growing.

"jack, seriously" she pushed.

"what?".

"why is there a text to tristan saying to leave me alone?".

i shrugged, "how am i supposed to know?".

savannah sighed at my denial, running her hands through her wet hair.

"i know that you still know my passcode" she pointed out. "did you send it?".

she knew that i was lying, it was obvious. and i didn't want to create another, so at this point, i could only look at her in extreme guilt.

she shook her head once she realised, pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek.

"why is he texting you anyways?" i blurted out.

savannah frowned, "because he can?".

"but don't you remember what he did to you? how he lied?".

"yes, i remember very clearly but you had no right to go through my phone and send him that message" she argued, continuing to sit on the edge of the bed.

"i did it for your own good".

"my own good?" she repeated like it was almost shocking.

"he could hurt you again, savs" i added, then pointed to her leg. "look at you! okay, in case you have forgotten, your injury is tristan's fault!".

"what happened to me is no one's fault but mine!" she exclaimed. "i don't care how much tristan hurt me, he is not to blame for this".

i took a small breathe and pushed my hair back.

"so...so if you did see the text first, what would you have said?" i inquired.

savannah folded her arms tightly, refusing to give me any sort of eye contact.

"were you just going to agree to meet him, talk things out and fix your relationship or something?" i continued.

"i never said that".

i dropped my arms by my side, "then tell me".

"does it really matter, jack?" savannah asked, her voice awfully quiet.

"well, it matters to me".

she shook her head again, almost like she wanted to avoid the reality of the situation.

"you shouldn't have gone through my phone" she spoke.

"don't change the subject, savs".

"the subject is the fact that you sent tristan a text, pretending to be me".

i rubbed my chin, "you know that this is about much more than that".

savannah took the hair tie from her wrist, tying her hair up in a high bun before shrugging her shoulders.

"okay, maybe i do know that. maybe i do know that this argument is really about us" she began. "but i'm not having that conversation until you realise that what you did was wrong".

i don't regret protecting savannah and making sure that she doesn't get hurt again - emotionally and physically.

tristan is a liar, we all know that, so maybe i don't really understand the logic of me being the bad guy right now.

"i was looking out for you, savannah. tristan will just mess with your head, distract your recovery—".

interrupting me, she huffed at my words and reached across the bed to pick up her clothes.

"you're honestly just trying to fix problems that don't even exist, jack. so can you leave, because i need to get dressed?".

i continued to stand before her until she glared up, waiting for me to do as she said.

"okay, sure. whatever" i mumbled, giving savannah her privacy and heading back downstairs.

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