I'm SO sorry for making Spot bad in my last chapter! All of you Spot fans I hope don't hate me because I LOVE SPOT, but I needed a bad guy and Spot does have a reputation… and in my first story I refused to use the Delancy's because… they suck.

Disclaimer: Holler Back. I own Bailey. Or rather, Bailey owns herself. I own me and together, we are happy. Everyone owning him or her… let freedom ring.

Chapter 9

[I don't need you]

I woke up in the middle of the night feeling completely refreshed, as if nothing had happened. I looked up at Jack's face; he looked so beautiful and peaceful. I brushed the hair away from his eyes and kissed him softly on the lips.

Slowly his eyes opened and when he saw me in front of him he smiled and pulled me in closer.

"Jack," I whispered, feeling his breath on the back of my neck.

"Bailey," he said cutely as if he were mimicking me.

I smiled, and turned my body around so that we were facing each other, so close our noses practically collided. I looked him deep in the eyes and laid my hand on the side of his face, stroking it lightly with my thumb and fore-finger.

"Do you still love me Jack," I whispered to him, realizing how much pain I had secretly caused him in the past twenty-four hours.

"Always," he murmured kissing my forehead with his soft subtle lips.

As if an alarm clock went off in my head, sudden memories of Spot came flashing back. "I have to tell you something…" I said drifting off, not wanting to finish my sentence. Not wanting to cause him more heartbreak.

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"YOU WHAT?" Jack bawled out loudly.

"Jack, I'm so sorry, please don't be angry with me!" Tears ONCE more dwelling in my eyes as I realized that I had just literally stuck a knife into his heart and twisted it.

"HOW COULD YOU…" He screamed, that pained look on his face turned my insides to mush and then he got quiet, "With Spot…" he trailed off.

"Jack keep it down, you'll wake everyone!" I pleaded to him.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK BAILEY!" He screamed getting up out of bed and walking to the middle of the room, arms flailing.

"Jack please…" I pleaded.

"HEYA FELLA'S GUESS WHAT?" He said walking around in a circle making sure that his voice reached every bed.

I'd never seen Jack act like this and I never wanted to again. He had this wild look in his glossed over eyes that looked unpredictable and untrustworthy. It was like he had gone mad…

He continued shouting at the top of his lungs as I just sat there on the bed, weeping silently as he made these boys think even lower of me. I didn't want to approach him because of that look in those eyes; it was almost like it wasn't him. I kept telling myself that Jack would never lay a hand on me, but I just couldn't bring myself to trust him with that look in his eyes.

"You know what Bailey?" He said staring at me, staggering like he was drunk, his chin quivering slightly, "I don't need you…"

And with that, he wobbled out of the little room and slammed the diminutive door with all of his might.

"I love you Jack Kelly," I sighed as I collapsed back onto my bottom bunk and stared at the bed above me until the little lines of the mattress formed patterns, and I slipped into a deep, deep sleep.

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