"Jesus, Jack." she says hoping he would have calmed down a bit on the walk over here. "Let me get it. I mean it's not like I look at it every night or anything" even though I do, especially since you don't talk to me
"Here!" (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/185037.html) she thrusts both of them to him, hoping he didn't notice she where she pullled them from or that she was too firm.
Jack wasn't trying to be a bastard, honestly. He's been in a bad mood since talking to House's Boy on Wednesday though and... It's not an excuse. Everytime Jack opens his mouth he wants to apologize but before he can't seem to stop himself.
"Fine." Jack sighs. "Just get it so we can be done with this."
"Whatever, I'm hurrying as fast as I can," she says. Although she knows *exactly where the letter and picture are. She can't bear to let him go that quickly no matter what an asshole he is being.
Jack took the picture and... stared. That was him all right. And how sad is it that him at twenty-four passes that easily for him at seventeen? And then Jack saw the note.
"I didn't send you the note or the picture!" And then Jack turned around and saw her face. "It's not that I didn't care, I just didn't do any of this."
"Well, that's relief considering this note says this is you at your sexiest. Which is it is clearly *not*," she says noticing his rippling chest through his tee shirt.
"But Jack, you didn't even say sorry," she adds holding back tears from the pain.
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