The One Who Got Away
“Oh, my God,” he muttered, grabbing for the boy next to him. His eyes never left hers as he gripped the boy’s shirt for attention.
“What do you want, Jack?” he demanded, annoyance in his voice. His eyes slid from the girl in front of him to the girl Jack was staring at.
“Your name is Jack?” she asked softly, a hand instinctively resting on her stomach.
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“What do you want, Jack?” he demanded, annoyance in his voice. His eyes slid from the girl in front of him to the girl Jack was staring at.
“Your name is Jack?” she asked softly, a hand instinctively resting on her stomach.
written for this contest
word count: 1736