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Summer Secret

-Part 4-

Jack awoke to the sound of the phone ringing beside him. He groaned as he picked up.
"Jack!" Martha's weak voice cried.
"Martha?" Jack asked unsure.
"I'm down the police station. Get your bum down here and bail me out." She ordered.
"Why are you in the police station?" Jack asked groggily, but the response was the sound of a dead phone line.

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"So the police thought you had something to do with the drugs?" Jack asked whilst him and Martha walked down the hotel corridor.
"Yes. They didn't believe that I just wanted a tattoo." She said. "It didn't help that I was drunk either; they thought I was high or something…" Jack laughed. "What the hell is funny? I was humiliated! I had to sleep in a cell! Do you know what that's like? I bet you don't, you probably haven't even stepped foot into a flipping police station…" Martha shouted.
"Actually I-" Jack began.
"You know what, I don't care. You infuriate me, you know that? You left me in that place, clearly rough and unsafe, after daring me to do it! Just go away!" Martha snapped, storming off into her room. Jack stood motionless.
"So I guess this means you're angry?" Jack asked to the closed door.

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Martha gazed out of the window, looking at the approaching bay. She'd been thinking about Jack for her entire journey. How his smile made her go weak at the knees, how he never gave up even when she pushed him away, and how funny and friendly he was. These thoughts however were quickly replaced with angry, furious memories. She'd been so humiliated, and what made it worse was she couldn't even ring her granddad up at the station for help; just Jack. He had to go and save her, and she knew that he'd loved it. As soon as he'd started laughing Martha had just cracked. She'd been waiting for it to happen. Part of her regretted speaking to him in the way she did, and not setting things straight before she left, but the other part was proud for yelling at him; she thought he deserved everything he got.

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Jack sat in the back of the taxi, staring out the window. He couldn't believe Martha had gone. He knew she was angry but he didn't think she wouldn't say bye. He'd had a great time with her; she was smart, funny and beautiful. A girl that Jack wouldn't meet again. All he knew was her first name, no surname or number. Disappointed would be an understatement for what Jack was feeling. He felt saddened because he would never hang around with her again. The possibility of them ever meeting back up was very slim, and Jack just had to get used to it.

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"And you told no one about it?" Jack laughed.
"Nope! I knew granddad would kill me, and Robbie would never let me live it down!" She exclaimed. "But you hated me when I came to the bay because of it. So if everyone didn't know, then they…"
"…just thought I had a problem with you." She smiled. "No one blamed me; they all thought you were a bit of a freak…" Martha joked.
"I suppose they all thought I was mentally ill for fancying you." Jack teased. Martha playfully hit him, encouraging Jack to tickle her. "Do you still regret it?" Jack asked. Martha laughed as she tried to squirm away.
"No I don't regret it!" She squealed, releasing a sigh of relief when Jack stopped tickling. "I love you." He whispered gently, gazing into her eyes.
"I love you too." She smiled, before lifting upwards to close in a kiss.