Jack's pov:
I held onto the steering wheel with every bit of strength that I could, my knuckles were white. I stared ahead at the road, trying not to let a tear escape. Kynlie just sat in her seat, staring out the window, with regret in her eyes.
I coughed, getting ready to say something.
"If you're gonna yell, then save it." She rolled her eyes.
"I'm not gonna yell." I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. I used my sleeve to wipe it, and looked over at her.
I parked the car on the side of the road, and turned it off, looking over at her.
"I don't get it." I shook my head.
"Don't get what?" She shrugged, not looking at me.
"Why you would feel the need to fuck with sam..when you could have me?" I rubbed my temples.
"Jack, I don't have you and you don't have me. There's really nothing to be mad about. I can date other people, you're my step brother, we'll never be together." She laughed.
I sighed, looking out the window.
She was right. I am just her step brother.
"Then what was the point in doing...what we've been doing?" I asked, confused.
"Dude, I sucked your dick three times. We haven't been doing anything." She raised an eyebrow.
"Alright whatever, guess that can stop too." I shook my head in frustration.
"Jack, You're being butt hurt. You didn't really think we were serious, did you?" She laughed.
I remained silent, staring at my hands.
"Oh my god, you did." She looked at me sympathetically.
"Don't look at me like that. There's got to be a part of you that thought we were something more." I asked.
"Umm, listen jack. We can't be together, our parents are married-" She sighed. "I mean, it would be cool to be something more. Jack you're funny as hell, and sexy as fuck, and you're dick is huge-" She widened her eyes. "But we just can't." She sighed.
"So you really want to be with Sam?" I laughed.
"Ah hell nah." She laughed.
"Sluts are so complicated." I mumbled under my breath.
"Oh so we're back to that now?" She angrily shot back.
"Yeah, I guess we are." I rolled my eyes. "I really can't stand you right now. If whatever this was is over, then I'm gonna set some rules. Rule #1: find a different ride to school.
Rule #2: stay out of my room, I don't care why you think you need to go in there. Don't.
Rule #3: no dating my friends.
And rule #4: don't talk to me. Ever." I finished, turning the car on, and driving away.