Chapter Two

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2 - The Aftermath

        Jack hadn't slept so well since, well ever. He stretched out his sore body willing his eyes to close as the sunlight from the slightly open blinds attacked his eyes. He flipped over onto his side hoping to block out the light, when his face suddenly became emerged in a pool of fluffy, black hair. What the heck, he muttered, this wasn't his pillow. He slowly pushed himself up to get a better look at whatever he was laying on when a head full of thick black curls came into view.

He slightly groaned as memories of the night started to flood his brain and his eyes quickly darted around the room. "Dang it," he muttered. This was not his house.

He quietly slid out of bed hoping not to awaken the woman who was knocked out cold next to him. He grabbed his pants from off the floor and quickly slid them on, before throwing his shirt over his head and stepping into his shoes.

Maybe no one had noticed him last night. Maybe if he snuck out before anyone noticed everything would be okay.

He headed out of the small bedroom and into the brightly colored living room. Family pictures decorated each part of her house, mostly of her and her parents. He wondered if she was single, but quickly shook his head. Now was not the time.

He undid the locks of apartment door thinking he was home free, until he opened the door and bright flashes blinded him and countless people began pushing at the door.

"Jack! Jack!" One reporter yelled.

"Is it true you picked up a woman at the bar last night?" Another shouted as he shoved his microphone through the crack of the door.

"What will your ex girlfriend think about your new love interest?"

"Is it true she's black?"

Jack had heard enough and forced the door closed. He didn't even have a second to clear his mind when his phone started to ring. He banged his head against the toffee color door before answering it.

"Have you lost your everlasting mind!" Charles's voice echoed through the receiver.

Jack sighed. "I know, I know. I messed up. Can you just come and get me?"

Charles huffed. "Where exactly are you, Jack?"

Jack opened his mouth before closing it. "Uh..I'm not really sure at the moment?"

Charles let out a string of curse words before speaking again. "Just stay where you are. I'll figure it out and be there in thirty minutes." He shouted angrily, "and Jack?"

"Yeah." He replied, already knowing what was going to happen next.

"When I get there we are going to fix this and then I'm going to knock some sense into your sorry butt." He finished as the phone call ended.

Jack slumped against the door, his head still swimming from the mess he had made. It couldn't get any worse, he thought, but then that was when the sleeping goddess from the night before walked into the living room, her hair frazzled and her clothes slightly rumpled.

She ran a hand threw her hair and smiled. "Trying to run out on me so soon?" She joked, that cute dimple making its way into the side of her cheek as she looked at him.

Jack swallowed hardly. If only you knew, he thought solemnly before more pounding sounded at the door and a frown made its way onto her face.

"Who's at the door?" She stared in confusion.

Jack looked down at his phone. 12:00. Thirty minutes couldn't come fast enough.

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