Well, it didn't take long. Yay! Here's Chapter 2.
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Chapter 2: Break-Ups and Make-Outs
Jack sped out of the hospital. He was done with it all. He looked at his watch. 4 pm. Sarah would be done with work. Perfect. He had to break it off. After all, it was a new him. He had to start over. He decided that he should go home first and change into more casual wear than what he was wearing now, which was scrubs. He sped to his home as fast as he could. For it was time for him to do what he wanted. No more waiting.
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Jack dressed into a plain blue shirt, jeans, and a pair of old Nikes. He was somewhat dreading the breakup. Sarah was a nice girl and loved him very much. But she deserved more. After all, he didn't reciprocate the feelings towards her. They couldn't do it anymore. He looked out of the window and waited for her to pull up. Just moments before, he called her to come over for a "quick second." He felt like a jerk for doing it, but he had to. He saw her shiny blue Cadillac pull into his driveway. He took a deep breath. "Here we go," He thought to himself.
She opened the door and walked in. They had been together so long, Jack told her to never bother knocking. It was a ritual for her to stop by everyday to say hi, so he always left the door open. She smiled and ran up to hug him. He didn't hug back though. He couldn't. She looked at him inquisitively. "Jack, what's wrong? Did something happen?"
Jack ran his fingers through his hair. He chuckled. "I'm pretty sure I got fired today." It was true. His father was more than pissed off when Jack left abruptly. Jack heard more than a few choice words hollered at him from his own dear father.
Sarah, of course, didn't find it funny. "What, what happened?" She looked concerned. Jack knew it was unlike him to be careless. "I'm sure it's a misunderstanding. Why don't we go to the hospital and get it straightened out with your father?" She held his hand to walk out.
Jack then said, "It doesn't matter." Sarah just looked at him. Jack couldn't read her expression. Mad? Scared? Most likely confused.
"What do you mean it doesn't matter? This is your job, your career!" He could tell Sarah was getting ticked off at him too.
"Sarah, I'm sick of it. Sick of him, sick of my job, sick of y…" He stopped. He didn't mean to throw her in the mix. "I mean…"
Sarah looked ready to cry. "Sick of me? Sick of ME Jack?!"
Jack just sighed. Should he tell her the truth? He quickly decided the truth was better than nothing. "Sarah, this isn't working out."
"I don't believe this, Jack. This morning, you got up the same way you always did, you were fine, now this?" She was amazed, Jack could tell.
He shook his head. "That's the thing, Sarah. I got up the same morning like I always do. Nothing has changed in my life the past 3 years. I'm bored. We haven't even been remotely intimate in, who knows how long!" Jack didn't want to talk about their sex life, but it was true as well.
"Hey, that's the way you wanted it." Sarah was getting more than angry at Jack. But, he knew he was doing the right thing.
"No, Sarah. I just… don't love you. I'm sorry."
Sarah had tears streaming down her face. Then, she slapped him. "Don't say that Jack! It's not true." She tried to kiss him, but he backed off.
"I'm sorry Sarah. We're done." He wanted to cry too, seeing Sarah in this state. The last time he saw her cry like this was when he told her she would never walk again. Now, he was watching Sarah walk out of his house, into the car, out the driveway, down the street, and out of his life.
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Now it was six PM. Jack would normally still be at the hospital. He tended to work long hours or stay longer. He didn't have much of a life, and he used to enjoy his job. But, things had changed. Jack didn't know what made him urn for something more in his life. Not too long ago, he was happy. He got along with his dad, he loved Sarah, and he loved being a doctor. Had did that get thrown away? Jack hated being isolated in a big house by his lonesome. He needed to get out. He reached for the newspaper. Maybe there's something cool going on in one of the clubs. After all, he did live in L.A., there had to be something going on in one of their prominent clubs. Of course, it was a Wednesday. Jack looked around, and saw a drink special at a newer club in downtown L.A. Jack looked around. The kind of day he had, a drink special sounded perfect. He grabbed his keys off the table and walked out of the house to his BMW.
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The club was bombarded with people. It took him fifteen minutes to park and a half hour to just get into the place. He thought it was crazy for there to be so many people at the club at that hour, but, granted, the last time he had been to a club was when he was 23. He headed over to the bar and sat on a stool. "Hey, could I get a beer?" The bartender looked at him. "Just get me any beer, I don't care." The bartender grabbed a Budweiser and handed it to him. Jack wanted to get drunk, maybe meet a girl. He didn't care, he just needed to get out.
"Hey, could you get me a margarita please?" The voice belonged to a woman. Jack turned his head to the left to see the most beautiful girl his eyes had ever seen. She was petite and thin. She had long, curly chestnut brown hair that went not too far below her shoulders. She was wearing a green halter top with jeans and heels. She turned and smiled to Jack. Not only did she have a gorgeous smile, but she had beautiful green eyes. The bartender handed her the drink. "Thank you." She sat down.
Jack wanted to strike up conversation, but he didn't know how. A pick-up line would be way cheesy, considering they almost never work. Maybe he could give her a compliment? But, that might freak her out. How could he talk to her? He let out a huge sigh, even though he didn't mean to.
"Running from something?" He turned and saw the girl talking to him.
Jack took another sip of his beer. "What makes you think that?"
The girl laughed. "Well, let's see. You're at the bar rather than dancing. You're not exactly trying to either. You just let out a huge sigh and you are about to buy another drink. It's what people who run away from something do."
Jack chuckled. "You got me. I believe my dad fired me today; I broke up with my girlfriend. Basically, I'm sick of my pathetic life and I'm ready to lash out and do something crazy."
She laughed. "So your plan is to get wasted?"
He nodded and downed another beer the bartender gave him. "Yep." When he finished he looked at her. "What about you?" Jack noticed she didn't look ready to answer. She was looking at her drink. He wished he hadn't asked. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry."
She looked at him. "I'm running away from my pathetic life too. Except it's my family." She smiled. "By the way, I'm Kate." She held out her hand to shake.
Jack smiled at her and took the hand and shook it. "I'm Jack."
She let go. "So Jack, do you wanna dance with me? I mean, you want to lash out, you can lash out on me."
Jack chuckled. He decided to flirt back. "Well, if you insist, I'll let you take advantage of my drunken state." He followed her to the dance floor. He knew this was going to be one wild night, and he didn't care.
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Kate was exhilarating. Jack never met a girl like her before. The way she moved with him on the dance floor made Jack's heart pound three times faster than normal. The two of them were doing shots in between dancing, so by eleven thirty, they were more than drunk.
Kate practically fell on top of Jack after another shot. "Jack, I'm getting really really bored." Jack held her in his arms. He wanted her so bad, he never felt this way about anyone before. Kate pulled his head
down and whispered in his ear. "I'm staying at a cheap hotel across the street from here. Come with me." He felt her lips touch the skin just below his ear. Jack closed his eyes. He wasn't one much for one night stands, but he wasn't the old Jack anymore. He had changed. She pulled him out of the club. "Let's try and avoid the cops cause we are so drunk." She laughed.
He was laughing really hard as he followed her. "We are not that drunk."
"We definitely are. Cause if we weren't, you wouldn't give into this." She pushed him up against the wall and kissed him hard on the lips. Jack gave in, she tasted so sweet. Of course, it was tequila, but it tasted better from her mouth. He felt her hands start to go under his shirt and he broke off the kiss.
"We should probably wait until we get to the hotel. We don't want to cause a big scene."
Kate laughed. "Wow, maybe you're not as drunk as I thought." She pulled him again and ran. Jack ran with her, into the middle of the street. A car beeped at them to get out of the way. They hit the wall of the hotel building and laughed. Kate pulled her key for the room out of her pocket and took Jack's hand. "Let's go inside." She led him to her door and opened it with the key.
Before they walked in, Jack pinned her to the door. Jack had never done anything like what he was about to do with Kate before in his life. He felt such a desire to be with her that night that nothing was going to stop him. He kissed her lips passionately and soon the door swung open. Kate put her hands on his chest and pushed him onto the bed. He fell on and she closed the door. She jumped onto his lap and started making out with him. He could feel his shirt being pulled off him and he broke off the kiss to let it come off. She kissed his neck and down his chest. He let out a soft moan. It had been a long time since he had sex, and he wanted it more than ever at that moment. She took of her shirt and kissed Jack again. He fell onto the bed with her on top. Nothing was going to stop them now.
All the sudden, he felt nothing. He opened his eyes and saw her run into the bathroom. He stood up to see what was wrong, but couldn't. He felt tired all the sudden. "Kate, are you alright?"
He could hear her puking. "Yeah, I'll be out in a sec." He felt his eyes closing. He tried to stop them but he couldn't. All the sudden, everything went blurry, then black.
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I know, I ruined a passionate moment between Jack and Kate. But they're both really drunk, and their relationship is based off of one drunken night. There will be more Jate later! Next Chapter: Jack wakes up from blacking out trying to remember everything, and something is not right…
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