jack's pov

"please rise, mr. jack finnegan gilinsky" the judge ordered and i did as i was told. "...for a minimum of two years, i hereby sentence you as guilty of attempted murder to mr. maxwell preston".

before i knew it, two officers were stood by my side and tightly locking my hands into metal cuffs.

i looked over at the stand and watched savannah, happily rush down towards max and hug him tightly with smiles growing on both their faces.

he soon cupped her face in his hands and leant in to softly kiss her lips, before she pulled apart and started placing tiny ones against his.

"you won" she said to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"only because i had you" he told her.

"...i love you" savannah whispered to him. "it's always been you, max".

he moved her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear, "i love you too, savs".

they hugged one another again - max smirked at my defeated face over her shoulder, before the officers forcefully took my arms and dragged me towards my cell.

hastily, i sat up and opened my eyes - sweat sat on my forehead and my heart pumped rapidly until i realised that i was just in my room, sat on my bed and it was all just a dream.

i sighed with relief, tugging my hands through my hair then pulling them down my face.

that was the same dream that i had over and over again, before i was officially convicted for max's assault.

after i was arrested, i'd lie in my cell thinking that that's how the trial would end: i'd be wrongly accused, savannah wouldn't care and max would get exactly what he wanted - her.

i checked my phone beside me and it was 10am. i could hear conversation coming from downstairs, so i decided to finally get out of bed and go down to have some breakfast.

i walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and stretching my arms.

"morning, sleepy head" derek called out as he leant against the counter top with a bowl cereal in his hands.

"why does it look like a dirty laundry bomb exploded in the living room?" i questioned.

"yeah, we have made it pretty messy in there" nate mentioned, sitting up on the counter.

"we?" johnson emphasised. "you mean you, since you're the one who sleeps on that couch. my room upstairs is spotless".

"our room, but you seem to forget that i'm sleeping on the floor every time you try and go to the bathroom" sammy complained, rubbing at his side.

i switched on the kettle and took out a cup to start preparing some coffee.

"you do realise that you all don't have to stick around here in london, i'm fine now" i told them.

"what? no, i like all this company" derek moaned. "this house gets lonely and plus, your friends are way more fun than mine".

johnson proudly patted derek's back, "see, derek wants us around".

"and so do i, but you have jobs, homes, families, remember?".

"we already briefly told boss about the situation and funny enough, he was pretty lenient about giving us a few weeks off" nate said.

i creased my brows and poured the hot water into my cup, "doesn't sound like the mr m that i remember".

"yeah, maybe you leaving was a highlight for him" he added and i lightly swatted his arm.

"any ways, la's so quiet without you and savannah" sammy spoke with his mouth filled with some toast.

"true, face-timing just isn't the same" johnson added.

"i figured, since you practically cry every time i try hanging up" i chuckled and the others laughed along with me.

johnson suppressed a smile, "that was one time!".

derek relaxed his laughter and took a bite of his breakfast, "but speaking of savannah, what happened between you two last night?".

"yeah, you went out the back, i saw you two talking and next thing i know, she's leaving in tears" sammy said.

i sighed deeply and scratched the back of my head, "it was nothing important".

"what?!" johnson exclaimed. "that's bullshit, what happened to you two? you used to be like the ross and rachel 2.0?".

"well, let's see; max happened, nadine happened, prison fucking happened, oh and savannah thinking i was guilty pretty much happened too" i quickly snapped back.

i looked up from making my toast and realised that everyone else stood silent at my mini-rant:

"i told her that i can't forgive her" i continued.

sammy folded his arms, "so, how is that gonna work?".

"yeah, how bad is this? can you not even be in the same room as her?" derek questioned.

"wait, are we all supposed to hang out with you and savannah separately now?" nate wondered.

"i don't know, guys" i answered them. "all i know is that i need to try and move on".

johnson widened his eyes, "woah, move on? isn't that a bit drastic? i mean, you love her, she loves you—".

"it's not that simple, dude. there's so much more to it than that, and some things might just have to stay broken" i interrupted. "i'm gonna go take a shower".

i placed my plate and cup in the sink then left them in the kitchen to go upstairs.

savannah's pov

"do you think i should text him? say thank you for the birthday gifts?" i asked lauren.

i sat on the couch, covered by a blanket and my hair tied up as i fiddled with the minnie mouse ears that jack got me.

"he probably thinks you haven't even found them yet" she told me as she handed me a cup of coffee.

"well, jack's always been bad at hiding spots" i lightly giggled to myself, touching at the black fabric. "so, should i say something?".

"i think it's a bit too soon" lauren sat beside me.

i shook my head with realisation, "yeah. yeah, you're probably right".

"but hey, come on. let's hang out today, do something fun" she nudged my arm.

"like what?".

"anything. we can go shopping, go eat, go to the movies, have a night out".

i exhaled and pushed my hair back, "i'm not really in the mood".

"savannah, you need to stop letting this situation with jack bring you down".

"how can i not? i just can't get the way he said he couldn't forgive me out of my head" i told her, then placed my coffee cup down. "i'm going to go have a shower, then maybe we can get breakfast?".

she nodded, "yeah, sure".

i made my way to the bedroom and started to undress from my pyjamas, before wrapping a clean towel around me. just as i reached the bathroom, my phone started to ring and it had an unknown number written across it.

i furrowed my brows as i answered the call, "hello?".

"savannah? savannah, please don't hang up" the male voice begged. "it's me again, max. i know that this is the second time that i've called you and you hung up last time but please, just wait".

my heart quickly raced as i continued holding the phone to my ear and max's breath exhaled heavily through the speaker.

"i'm still so sorry for what i did. i don't know if you'll ever find it in your heart to understand why, but i'd really like it if you came to see me, so i could possibly explain" he continued. "...savs, p-please say something".

"don't call me that" i spat and immediately hung up the phone, before he could get in another word.

+

the next day, i settled my belongings in my office and walked towards the break room for a quick cup of coffee. i opened the door and slightly paused as kendall and theo sat at one of the tables together in the empty room.

they stopped their conversation when i entered and we exchanged brief looks, before i went towards the coffee machine.

i haven't spoken to them since before max's conviction - they were so certain that max was innocent and jack was guilty, that things became awkward once they were proved wrong.

"hey," theo suddenly spoke up and i glanced over my shoulder.

"hey".

"what max did was wrong, by the way" kendall added. "even if we wanted to, we can't defend his actions in any way".

i nodded my head, turning to them, "i know".

"we're sorry for assuming that jack was guilty" she continued.

"it's okay" i took my coffee and joined them at their table. "i thought the same thing too. max was pretty convincing".

"you know, i still can't believe that he would fake something like that and make us all feel sorry for him" theo mentioned.

"yeah, i really thought that we knew him" kendall said.

i scoffed, tucking my hair behind my ear, "so did i, i thought i knew him a lot actually. but clearly not".

"but any ways, how's jack? how are things between you two?" she questioned.

i lightly threw my head back, "don't even get me started. jack's fine i guess, but me and him are nowhere near fine".

"how comes?" theo sipped his drink.

"he's still mad that i didn't believe him - i just don't know how we'll ever get past it".

"come on," kendall nudged me with her shoulder. "it's you and jack, just give him time and it'll happen".

i smiled at them both, glad to have them back, "thanks" i said, allowing the conversation to fade before i suddenly thought back to that phone call yesterday morning.

"hey, has max tried to get in contact with you at all?" i asked and they looked at one another, shaking their heads.

"no, why?" theo wondered. "has he contacted you?".

i nodded, "twice, now. he keeps begging me to come and see him, so he can explain himself and i'm wondering if i should go".

"are you sure that that's a good idea?" kendall concernedly questioned.

"i just need closure, i need him to understand that what he did was beyond wrong and that he's not apart of my life anymore".

theo shrugged his shoulders, "it's up to you. if you think that it will help, go ahead but then again, don't satisfy him by giving into what he wants".

i quietly thought about what they said until we changed the topic and began gossiping about everything that we missed, before we were forced to get back to work.

+

with slight hesitation, i cautiously walked into the visitation room and saw an empty chair opposite max's booth. he did a double take at the door and his lips grew into a smile when i came closer.

i picked up the phone and he did the same, whilst sat with messy hair, a wrinkled jumpsuit and heavy bags underneath his red eyes.

"i couldn't believe it when they said that you were here to visit me. i thought that it was too good to be true" he said with his body slightly trembling. "i just wanted to say—".

"no, i'll talk, you listen" i cut him off. "this has got to stop, max. you need to stop trying to contact me".

"savannah—".

"you've ruined my life, max. okay, jack can barely even look at me, because of how much you brainwashed me to believe that he was no good".

small tears fell down his cheeks as he scratched his arm, "i wasn't brainwashing you, it's-it's true. i love you".

"what you did was selfish, max. not love" i firmly told him.

he shook his head, resting it in his hands then pushed his hair back, "savannah, i can't deal with this. i can't be in here, while you're out there hating me".

i watched how distressed he was. you could almost assume that he was sick with how much his body wouldn't stop trembling, his hands refused to stop fidgeting and how he could hardly maintain eye contact.

"what's wrong?" i eventually asked, lacking any sort of sympathy. "why are you shaking so much?".

max shrugged his shoulders, "i've been like this since i came in here. the doctors say that it's got something to do with stress and anxiety, i-i don't know".

i stared at him with my eyebrows furrowed, wondering if i should inform the guard against the wall behind me.

max soon looked directly at me with his hand placed on the glass between us, "see...see what i'm like without you. i wasn't like this before".

i scoffed at how stupid he really thought i was.

"you're pathetic, you know that? don't you dare try and guilt me into this, and make me feel sorry for you. i'm done with you, max. from now on, stop calling me and leave me alone".

i hung up the phone and rose up from my seat until max rapidly did the same and started banging against the glass.

"savannah!" he called out, although his voice was slightly muffled from the barrier. "savannah, please!".

i glanced over my shoulder, catching the guard restrain max into tight handcuffs and take him back to his prison cell for good.

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for now or forever idk, that was pretty much the end of max

next few chapters are planned out and will probably have you shook with javannah feels

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