I'm Not That Perfect

Austin was in the shower and I was getting dressed when my phone rang.
It was Jack.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey!" I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Hey, what’s up?"
"How’s London?"
"Beautiful…" I said slowly.
"And Austin?" He continued.
"Oh, is that what this is about?"
"Congratulations. I just wanted to tell you I’m happy for you."
"Um, thanks."
"And it’s not weird because we’re all friends, I promise."
"Glad to know." I wrapped up the awkward phone call just as Austin came out.
"Who was that?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Jack." I shrugged.
He tensed. “Jack?”
"Yeah. He was going on and on about how happy for me he was." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh. So first Ronnie, now Jack? That’s a whole lot of people we know that have been hitting on you lately." Austin said.
"What are you trying to say?" I demanded.
"I don’t know, Ave. What the hell’s going on?" He asked angrily.
"Are you retarded? How many times do I have to tell you that you’re the only goddamn person I want to be with?"
"How do I know you’re not just some girl who says she likes me because I’m in a band? You know who else did that, Ave? Gielle did, and look where that went!" He said.
"So now you’re comparing me to your ex-wife, whom you insult every chance you get. Cool. You know," I said slowly, grabbing my suitcase, "I think I’m leaving. Maybe I’ll go to Baltimore." I said sarcastically. "Or maybe San Diego? See Vic, because I’ve always had the hots for him too. Actually, I think I’ll be in Matt’s room next door if you need me!"
And then I left. I left, and the worst part was that he let me.

Notes

don't hate me haha