Cara's POV

"No I'm serious!" Jack exclaims, chuckling as he holds his hands up. I continue to laugh, still not fully believing what he is telling me.

"Oh my god, that's awful!" he laughs along with me, realizing how humorous the story really sounds.

"Tell me about it. I regret it now, that I come to think about it. God."

"Were your brothers always so cruel to you?" I ask, actually wanting to know the answer. Some of these stories Jack has told me seem a bit.. harsh. They sound like the kind of things you'd hear in a rated R comedy.

"It got better once I graduated high school, but, they're still the same." he informs me. "Just less cruel." I laugh, recalling the story he finished telling me just seconds ago. I look up at him as we laugh, my eyes meeting his. Our laughter begins to fade and I start to grow a bit uncomfortable at the way he is staring at me. I look away briefly, trying to escape his eye contact. His cold fingers lightly touch my cheek then, and I wince in surprise.

"Sorry." he mumbles. I see then he has a strand of hair that has escaped from behind my ear between his index and middle finger. I watch him as he tucks it back behind my ear and cant help but compare it to the way Lana always does it. When she does it, she does it so gentle, so loving. Like if she doesn't, she will harm me in some way. But right now as Jack does it, it just seems almost rushed.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. What is he doing? I notice then how close he has gotten to me. When he first sat down after Lana went to the loo, there was more distance between us. Now, only a couple inches remain, if that even. I see his eyes dart down below before looking back up towards me and I stay frozen as his head begins leaning towards mine, not fully sure of what is about to happen.

"What are you-" its too late by then, because by the time I am just about to finish my question, his lips are already on mine.

At first, I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. I'm paralyzed. All I can do is stare wide eyed at his face, and feel his lips on mine. It feels bizarre, like kissing a tree. I don't know for how long this goes on for. It cant be more than a couple seconds, but it feels like an eternity. I am just about to push him off of me when I see him go back suddenly. Everything happens so fast, that I don't even realize the reason Jack went back was because of Lana pushing him off of me, causing him to almost fall on the floor until after.

"Are you fucking serious?" she growls. I have never seen her like this, not even last night during our argument. "I ask you to do one thing, one fucking thing Jack. And you cant even do that."

I don't know what to say, so I just watch like an idiot. There is nothing I can do in this moment but feel scared and like I.. betrayed her in some way, even though I was not the one to kiss him. I see her walk dangerously close to Jack, inches apart.

"If I ever, ever, see you again- you're done."

She turns away from him then and over to me, only looking at me briefly before beginning to walk away.

"Let's go." is all she says. I do as she tells me, realizing for the first time that I am already standing. I turn to look at Jack one last time before turning back to follow Lana. He seems scared, and maybe even a little.. angry? I turn and continue to walk after Lana, noticing then that almost all eyes in the bar are on us, and they watch me as I continue trying to catch up to her.

When I finally make it out of the bar and onto the sidewalk, I see Lana has already reached the car. I continue my speed walking and finally reach the car once it is already on. The second I put on my seat belt she goes onto the street, earning a few honks from some cars. She drives faster than usual and I find myself wanting to break the uncomfortable silence that has taken over the car.

"Lana I-"

"Not right now, Cara." she interrupts me.

"He kissed me." I state firmly. She doesn't say anything, she just looks onto the road.

"You cant be serious!" I say, beginning to grow annoyed. I look at her and still no response. I scoff humorously and lay my back against the seat again, making a soft thump.

"Are you going to ignore me now? Is that what you're going to do?" nothing. I laugh bitterly. "Fine."

I cross my arms and turn my body away from her, focusing my attention with what is outside the window. If she is going to ignore, fine. But she better not expect me to continue to talk to her. Especially when I did nothing wrong. We spend the rest of the drive back to the hotel like this. I don't try to talk to her and she doesn't try to talk to me. The only noise being heard in the car is the occasional clicking sound from the turn signal.

We arrive at the hotel and I take off my seat belt as she pulls into a parking space, getting ready to get out already. The car comes to a stop and I open the passenger side door, practically slamming the it once I get out. I remember the way to the room this time, so I don't even wait for her as I begin making my way towards it. I do have the key after all.

I unlock the door and leave it wide open for her as I walk in, making my way towards the kitchen. I don't know exactly what I thought I would do walking into the kitchen, but when I hear the door to the room close, I know it is too late to change my mind. I decide to walk to the fridge, taking out a water bottle upon seeing my options. I spin the cap off the plastic bottle and take a sip of the cool water, calming down a bit as I walk back into the living room.

I lean my weight against one of the tables and turn on one of the lamps, bringing more light than the one coming from the main bedroom to the living room. I hear noises coming from the bedroom and cant help but wonder what she is doing. I take another drink of my water and have my question answered when I see her walk out from the bedroom wearing a Hollywood cap and black leather jacket, her keys in hand.

"Where are you going?" I speak up, my voice cracking.

"Out." she speaks to me for the first time since the bar. I set my water bottle down and try to reach the door before she does, luckily, I do.

"Lana you're over reacting, can we just talk-"

"I'm overreacting?" she questions. "I'm overreacting?!" she raises her voice. I take a step forward in effort to calm her down but she only takes one back. I feel my heart throb.

"You kissing someone else is something I should be calm about? Happy? Excited?" she asks sarcastically, the bitterness of her voice hurting me even more.

"No, but its not my fault. He kissed me, I didn't even kiss him back-"

"It should have never happened, Cara. I told you. I told you. But no, you just had to go see that band play. Like they were the Beatles. Now they know."

"What?"

"Just- get out of my way. I can't be here right now. I have things to do." she goes around me when I don't move and I pull on her arm in an effort to get her to stay, to just listen and talk over this. But its useless.

"Lana- don't go. You don't have anything to- Just, stay. Please." I feel the tears starting to gather in my eyes and can only watch her as she yanks her arm, closing the door behind her as she leaves. I wipe at the tears falling down my face and try to think of how this day went so wrong.