My mind was running moments through my head; moments that I have never thought would happen. Zack and I…had sex…in the hotel room. Oh my freaking…did that really happen? Was this all a dream? This has to be a dream. I mean, come on. I was sober. I wouldn't have Zack get to me like that. I was all over him and I wouldn't do that when I was sober. I was too afraid to open up my eyes. If I saw white sheets over me instead of my red and black bed sheets, I was going to freak out.
My eyes slowly opened. Shit fuck. White bed sheets covered my naked body. I looked behind me. Zack was sleeping soundly as one of his arms was around my waist. He shifted his position and came closer to me, resting his head against my shoulder. I really did sleep with Zack. So last night was real. I was defenseless against Zack. I gave in from the moment he stripped off his clothes, went on top of me and told me…he loved me. Zack was drunk, though. When people were drunk, they threw words around like there was no tomorrow. That four letter word was meaningless to him, but I believed it.
Zack's cell phone rang, breaking my train of thought. Zack removed his arm around me and got up. I closed my eyes so he thought I was sleeping. He answered the phone.
"What?" he answered tiredly. The person in the other line was jabbering about something. "Are you serious?" he laughed. "No way man! If she tries to come back to me, I'll shut her down. She was only a one night hit for only last night. Not worth my time," he paused, listening. "If she ever tries to talk to me again, I swear I'll…" he chuckled at what the other person was saying. "Yup, exactly," Zack agreed. "She is such a dumbass!" Were they talking about me? "It was just an accident," he added. "Just adding a punch to the crazy night," that fucking bastard was talking about me! I had the urge to jump off the bed and choke him until he was dead. "Okay, I'll make sure she stays in my memories, if she's even worth remembering," he laughed before hanging up on the phone. I closed my eyes again. His footsteps were towards me. I felt him sat down on the bed. A kiss was planted on my forehead before he stood up and walked away again. The bathroom door was slammed shut so I got up from the bed.
I grabbed my backpack. The shower was on in the bathroom so I knew Zack was going to take awhile before he came out. I grabbed a pullover hoodie, black sweats and a shirt and wore it. I tied my hair up in a bun. A pen and a notepad were on the counter right next to the television. I didn't want to talk to Zack right after what I just heard from his phone conversation. I knew he was talking about me and I was a fool to believe that he loved me. I took the pen and notepad and began writing a note to him.
Zack,
I…I want to end this. Last night was a mistake. You were drunk and I just couldn't control myself. The things that happened between us were just temporary feelings that would eventually go away the next day. I know you said you love me, but like what I said before, you were drunk. You didn't know what you were talking about. I didn't know what I was doing. I should have been the responsible one, but instead all of this happened.
I paused. I wasn't sure if I should continue on with this note. I needed to, though. I needed to give him a reason why I left him here.
I know I'm not worth your time and I'll promise you I'll never come back to you. This was never meant to be more than a memory to me. So just forget me, okay? Just forget me.
- Jenny
I placed the note on his pillow before heading out the door. The shower was turned off in the bathroom so I had to hurry. I quietly closed the door shut and ran down the hallway. This hotel was filled with friends of All Time Low so I wanted to get out of here before one of them saw me. I pressed the elevator button. Right when the doors opened, my eyes widened at the presence of someone I didn't want to see. Jean-Paul was standing at the corner of the elevator with his black eye. I had to go in. Zack must have seen the note by now and would try to find me. I went in and the elevator doors closed. It was pretty hard not to look at the black eye he had. It was just there, so visible. Even a blind person could see that thing. I quietly laughed while Jean-Paul rolled his eyes. He got off in the fourth floor and stomped into the hallway. At least something brightened up my day a little bit.
The elevator stopped at the main floor and I got out. I headed to the entrance door until I saw Rian and Matt checking out at the counter. I pulled my hoodie up and tried not to bring any attention towards me. I walked pass them and I heard their conversation.
"Dude, Zack just texted me; he said Jenny disappeared," Matt explained. "He doesn't know where she is."
"How could that happen? I need to call her," Rian replied. Oh crap, my phone was on loud ring. I walked faster to the entrance door. I covered my phone speakers so I could muffle the sound. Right when I walked out the door, my phone rang and obviously it was from Rian. I silenced my phone and ran to the bus stop so I could go home. The bus came right when I got there so I hopped in and took a seat at the middle of the bus. My phone was constantly receiving calls from Rian, but I didn't want to answer. I didn't want to deal with him or Zack or anyone affiliated with All Time Low. I just wanted to escape from this.
My phone rang again. This time, however, it was from Lily. I answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Jenny! Where are you? Don't you know everyone is worried about you?" Lily snapped.
I sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Ugh, Jenny, I…ugh I don't know why you're acting like this right now. Zack is super worried."
My eyebrows furrowed. "Why would he be worried about me?"
Lily gasped in shock. "He likes you. He cares about you."
"That's not what I heard," I assured. "Why don't you ask him about his phone conversation he had this morning and then call me back okay?" I hung up the phone as I glanced at my window. Three days ago, my life was normal and nothing happen. I couldn't believe that going to some radio station sponsored concert would lead me here.
I rested my head on the seat, waiting for the bus to come to my stop. There was no turning back now. I was far from Downtown Seattle. Lily and the rest of the gang were long gone from my sight. I just hoped that the rest of them understood why I did this. Zack just used me and now I was far from his memory.
Oddly enough, he was not far from mine.
Don't say I didn't warn you! I know that some of you guys are not liking where this is heading, but keep reading! Maybe things will get better?