He doesn't love me, Amanda thought to herself. She was pacing around
her cabin while simultaneously lacing up the back of her chemise. Amanda
didn't think that it was possible for a person to fall in love that fast,
in fact it was impossible. She knew he had to have some alterior motive,
but she couldn't figure out what it was. He had already gotten what he
wanted. After she had so cruelly dismissed his confession he had gotten
out of bed, redressed, and left the cabin. He probably went back to his
own. Amanda sat down and for the first time in years, began to bawl.
Jack Sparrow stormed into his own cabin and slammed the door shut behind him. He had never been so furious in his life. The little wench! He thought to himself. He couldn't' believe that he had been dismissed, no one dismissed Captain Jack Sparrow. He was suddenly aware of the fact that it hurt to be rejected, hurt so bad that it manifested itself physically and produced an ache in his chest. One thing about Jack Sparrow, if someone hurt him, no matter who that person was or how unintentional the pain was, Jack Sparrow always got revenge. He was brilliant at hurting people the way they had hurt him. Purely brilliant. He grinned to himself as he remembered Annabella in the room below, in the room nearby Amanda's.
Amanda was still crying an hour later. She couldn't believe how cruel she had been to Jack. He had confessed loving her and what had she done? She threw it back in his face, that's what she did. She knew it had been horrible of her and it wasn't long before the ache in her chest was too much for her. She knew that the sex had been the last push for her. She was in love with him as well. She stood up to go to the door so she could run to his cabin, hop into bed with him, give him the most heart-felt apology he'd ever encountered, and then confess her own love for him. However, she was stopped by a rucous noise from across the hall in Annabella's room. She listened quietly for a moment and couldn't bring herself to believe it. Annabella was definitely having sex with someone, but Amanda could have sworn she heard the cries and moans of Jack. Amanda couldn't stand not knowing. She walked out of the room and across the hall and without so much as a knock opened the door.
Amanda had never felt so betrayed in all of her life. Jack Sparrow, the man who had told her he loved her was caught up in a very naked embrace with Annabella. With a poignant pain in her heart she realized that they were in the same position Amanda and Jack had been in earlier, with the same hat perched jauntily on Annabella's blonde head. Amanda felt like she was about to cry but when she saw the smirk on Jack Sparrow's face she forced the tears down. "You know, Sparrow," she said loudly and clearly. His smile faded at the glow of strength that seemed to radiate from her and he was suddenly and painfully aware of the fact that he may just have lost her for good and he had never felt so heartbroken or desperate in his life. He opened his mouth to speak but she continued, "I actually believed that you indeed did love me. I was on my way over to your cabin to apologize and tell you that I . . . returned your feelings. I'm glad you've corrected me of my mistake." With that she turned and walked back to her own cabin, locking it soundly behind her.
Jack couldn't believe his bad luck. "Well, that what you get for being the way you are," an annoying voice in the back of his head that hadn't piped up for some years whispered, "She's right about you. The only thing you're capable of his hurt and suffering and you've got no one to blame but yourself." He felt dangerously close to tears but would never let them fall, he hadn't cried since he was six. He suddenly remembered that Annabella was still on top of him and that he was still inside of her as she asked, "What the Hell is she talking about?"
A/N: So sorry it took so long to update. I had severe writer's block on top of finals so yeah you know. . . anyway things will get moving because I've finally decided on a plot. A/N2: Listen guys, we all have issues that we have to deal with. . . You miss the jungle, admit it! I can help you but first you got click that little button to yer left and submit a review. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?
Jack Sparrow stormed into his own cabin and slammed the door shut behind him. He had never been so furious in his life. The little wench! He thought to himself. He couldn't' believe that he had been dismissed, no one dismissed Captain Jack Sparrow. He was suddenly aware of the fact that it hurt to be rejected, hurt so bad that it manifested itself physically and produced an ache in his chest. One thing about Jack Sparrow, if someone hurt him, no matter who that person was or how unintentional the pain was, Jack Sparrow always got revenge. He was brilliant at hurting people the way they had hurt him. Purely brilliant. He grinned to himself as he remembered Annabella in the room below, in the room nearby Amanda's.
Amanda was still crying an hour later. She couldn't believe how cruel she had been to Jack. He had confessed loving her and what had she done? She threw it back in his face, that's what she did. She knew it had been horrible of her and it wasn't long before the ache in her chest was too much for her. She knew that the sex had been the last push for her. She was in love with him as well. She stood up to go to the door so she could run to his cabin, hop into bed with him, give him the most heart-felt apology he'd ever encountered, and then confess her own love for him. However, she was stopped by a rucous noise from across the hall in Annabella's room. She listened quietly for a moment and couldn't bring herself to believe it. Annabella was definitely having sex with someone, but Amanda could have sworn she heard the cries and moans of Jack. Amanda couldn't stand not knowing. She walked out of the room and across the hall and without so much as a knock opened the door.
Amanda had never felt so betrayed in all of her life. Jack Sparrow, the man who had told her he loved her was caught up in a very naked embrace with Annabella. With a poignant pain in her heart she realized that they were in the same position Amanda and Jack had been in earlier, with the same hat perched jauntily on Annabella's blonde head. Amanda felt like she was about to cry but when she saw the smirk on Jack Sparrow's face she forced the tears down. "You know, Sparrow," she said loudly and clearly. His smile faded at the glow of strength that seemed to radiate from her and he was suddenly and painfully aware of the fact that he may just have lost her for good and he had never felt so heartbroken or desperate in his life. He opened his mouth to speak but she continued, "I actually believed that you indeed did love me. I was on my way over to your cabin to apologize and tell you that I . . . returned your feelings. I'm glad you've corrected me of my mistake." With that she turned and walked back to her own cabin, locking it soundly behind her.
Jack couldn't believe his bad luck. "Well, that what you get for being the way you are," an annoying voice in the back of his head that hadn't piped up for some years whispered, "She's right about you. The only thing you're capable of his hurt and suffering and you've got no one to blame but yourself." He felt dangerously close to tears but would never let them fall, he hadn't cried since he was six. He suddenly remembered that Annabella was still on top of him and that he was still inside of her as she asked, "What the Hell is she talking about?"
A/N: So sorry it took so long to update. I had severe writer's block on top of finals so yeah you know. . . anyway things will get moving because I've finally decided on a plot. A/N2: Listen guys, we all have issues that we have to deal with. . . You miss the jungle, admit it! I can help you but first you got click that little button to yer left and submit a review. WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?
