Jack couldn’t comprehend what he felt for you. Rather if it was adoration; or pure disdain, all he knew was that it was utterly distracting.

He couldn’t stand it anymore; the thoughts burdening him every wakening moment; even throughout the night.

He hit his breaking point, pulling you aside into a nearby hallway— pushing you against the cracked wall.

“What are you doing to me?” Jack questioned, stepping closer while his hostility only grew. He needed answers; even though you had none.