savannah's pov

i bent down to tie up my running shoes securely, then placed my beats headphones over my ears.

right hand by drake started playing through them and once i was ready, i started jogging away from dylan's apartment, and down the street.

since dylan and i have been dating for a while now, i've been spending quite a lot time at his place and he's been spending a lot of time at mine. it's sunday now, and i've been at his since friday night, but we're always fantasising about moving in together one day, so doing all of this is like a head start.

dylan was too busy getting on with some work, so he refused to take a break and come running with me...or it was just because he was scared, that i would completely out run him.

***

i was already a few blocks away from where i started and i began to speed up my pace as the music continued to play in my ears;

you and all your girlfriends
the ones you never bring around me
'cause you don't trust me like your last man
did he open doors for ya?
buy the things he can't afford for ya

once i ran for a few extra minutes, i started to slow down and put the headphones back around my neck. i inhaled and exhaled quite excessively, as sweat trickled down my forehead and i took swings from the bottle of water that i had.

i was mainly focused on catching my breath back a little until my eyes darted to a familiar face, jogging shirtless across the street.

it was jack, and the last time that i saw him was two days ago at the nightclub.

i know that i rejected him and i know that he said that he was "done fighting" for something that he only wanted, but that doesn't mean that we can't still be friends...right?

jack didn't notice me standing on the other side of the street, so he ran into a nearby park and stopped by a bench table that sat under some trees.

without hesitation, i decided to cross the road and jog over to where he was.

"hey" i spoke and placed my water down on the wooden table.

jack glanced up at me while wiping off the sweat on his head, "hi".

"so, how's your weekend going?" i asked as he lifted his foot onto the seat to re-tie his laces.

he sighed like i was completely bothering him, "fine, yours?".

"uh, okay, i guess". he took out his phone from his pocket, then i watched him scan through it, and blatantly ignore my presence.

i quickly repeated friday's events in my head, to see if there was a legit reason why he was acting this way towards me. but i found nothing, "have i done something wrong?".

"no, why?".

"because you're on your phone, giving me blunt answers and acting like i'm not even here".

"oh, well i'm sorry if my world doesn't just revolve around you, savannah" he harshly responded.

"i never said that it did" i told him. "i just thought that after everything, we could at least try to be friends".

jack chuckled, "yeah well, you thought wrong," he said, then held his phone up to his ear and sat up on the table bench. "hey bro, it's me...".

i was completely taken back by his actions so i scoffed at him, then picked up my water bottle again.

"asshole," i mumbled, then hastily stormed away from him without saying another word.

***

i jogged back to dylan's house and knocked on the door for him to let me back in.

"hey, how was your run?" he asked as he hurried back to his laptop in the kitchen, and the bunch of papers surrounding it.

i went over to his fruit bowl to grab an apple and immediately bit into it. "it was okay,".

"just okay?" dylan recalled. "usually you'd be lecturing me about the importance of running, and how healthy it could make me by now".

i shrugged and leant against the kitchen counter, while helplessly thinking about my encounter with jack. dylan noticed my blunt actions and got up from his seat to gently pull me closer to him by the waist. "tell me what's wrong?".

"stop, i'm all sweaty" i chuckled as i tried to wriggle out of his hold.

"i don't care," he laughed. "tell me".

i placed my apple down and locked my arms around his neck, "...i bumped into jack, today".

dylan instantly grimaced at the mention of his name, "and what happened?".

"i was just trying to be friendly, you know, to patch things up from friday. but he was being a complete asshole, so".

"well, that isn't technically a surprise" dylan smirked.

"okay but in all fairness, jack was drunk that night and it was the first time that he acted like that".

"yes, but that doesn't give him the excuse to say what he said to you" dylan argued. "why are you defending him?".

i shook my head, "babe, i'm not. it's just because we've been friends for so long, so it was kind of harsh to see him act like that towards me".

dylan eventually looked at me understandingly, then placed a kiss on the top of my head, "i get it, but i just don't want to see you get hurt".

i smiled at his concern then softly kissed his lips.

"thank you, but i promise you that i won't" i assured and he took held of my hands and kissed them, before letting me go to have a quick shower.

***

jack's pov

today's the first monday in two weeks that i haven't been dreading to come into work. after what i said to savannah on friday, i used the weekend as an advantage to realise that i need to get over her.

and yes, i guess i was a little harsh on her at the park yesterday but taking us off speaking terms for a while will make this process much more easier.

as i began working on my computer, a light knock played on my door. "come in,".

once the door opened, i did a huge double take from my computer and back as the last person that i would have ever thought, stood before me.

"madison?" i almost choked out.

she shut the door behind her and my brows furrowed as anger started to take over me, "what are you doing here?".

"well, nice to see you too" she sarcastically spoke. "not even, a how you been? or an i'm sorry for kicking you out with no fucking clothing".

"are you seriously expecting me to be sympathetic towards you?".

"no, but i'm expecting you to look at this" she said, before dumping some papers on my desk.

"what is it?".

"divorce papers" she responded as i neatly gathered them back together. "you need to go through them, then we'll discuss them at a meeting with our attorney tomorrow".

i quickly read through the lines on the first page, "wow, and all this time, i thought that i would be the first to file for a divorce".

"well, i'm with wesley now, and you're with savannah, so why wait?" she told me and sat up onto my wooden desk.

i chuckled at her words, "that's where you're wrong - turns out telling savannah that i loved her after me and you, wasn't the best thing to do" i explained, while continuing to scan through the papers.

"and marrying you just for fancy clothes and jewellery probably wasn't the best thing to do either," madison suddenly said, and i looked up. "being with wesley actually made me realise how precious love is, so i guess i'd just like to say that...i'm sorry".

she awkwardly mumbled the last part and i chuckled at how much of a struggle it was for her to say it.

"how do i know this isn't just another scam?" i smartly questioned.

"because, it's not" she assured. "and also because, i'm willing to give back all the stuff that you bought me and all the money that i made from them".

i stared into her eyes to try and figure out the truth behind them. at first, all i could see was the lies and spitefulness, but then i looked again and i saw the girl that i actually fell for to begin with.

i helplessly chuckled, then rubbed the stubble on my chin, "you know what? keep it".

her eyes widened, "no, i was a bitch. i don't deserve them".

"well, you deserved them when i was in love with you, so there's no point," i shrugged. "i mean, i have no one else to give them to".

madison lightly smiled at my gesture then the room suddenly turned silent, as i went back to flicking through the fine print.

"why are you being so nice to me after everything that i did, anyways?" she questioned, as her legs swung back and forth on the desk.

i shrugged my shoulders, "i guess, i just have a lot more things to be angry about now".

"like what?".

i raised my eyebrow at her, "do you really care?".

"yes," madison jumped down and faced me with her arms folded. "...well, sorta. just make it quick, because i'm meeting wesley for lunch".

i playfully shook my head at her, then placed the divorce papers down, "savannah's back with dylan and she's made it pretty clear, countless times, that she doesn't want to be with me and now she wants to try and be friends".

"and, what's wrong with that?".

"everything," i answered.

madison sat down on one of the chairs opposite my desk, "do you want her in your life or not?".

"yeah, but-"

"no buts, jack" she quickly interrupted. "yes, or no".

i pulled my hands down my face, "...yes".

"then, stop complaining and appreciate the fact she's trying," madison explained.

"but why do women ask to be friends, like a guy's feelings for her are just going to disappear into thin air?".

"because, it's easier than saying: i don't want to loose you" she answered, as if she stating the obvious.

i clasped my hands together and leant my elbows on my desk, "i guess, you're right" i told her and she stood from her seat, then quickly dusted off her hands.

"well, i guess my work here is done, then. be at the address listed tomorrow, by 5pm sharp,".

i nodded my head and smiled lightly at her unexpected help, "i will. bye". she gave a small wave, then opened my office door to leave, as i went back to reviewing this divorce.

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just a heads up; this book will come to an end soon, but don't worry, i won't rush it & there might be a squeal in place too ;-) 

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- anita xo