Synchronize (Part 1) ~ Jack Avery
Summary: You have received the opportunity to attend a prestigious college that just so happens to be very far away. Fearful of what Jack may say, you hold off on telling him, but he finds out through a different source.
Word count: 2220
Warnings: Mentions of sex. I’m not going to go into full detail of how things are going to go down, but I do describe how things get started. All the sex will be in the second part so, you don’t have to worry about it in this one.
Author’s Note: First off, it was so difficult to choose the pairing that I actually closed my eyes and imagined the plot line with every boy. Of course, I got fuzzy feelings when I thought of Jonah, but it didn’t feel right. Did I really just say that? Who am I? Moving on, it came between Zach and Jack. Then I saw a group photo of the boys. My eyes immediately go to Jack’s and my heart melts. I hope yours does too. Also, this plot line as inspired by the song Synchronize by Hellberg and Arron Richards. I do suggest listening to it when the story gets intense to make the feels extra, but if you do and want to put yourself in danger go for the acoustic. I’ll put and * were I suggest listening to it for both parts. Thank you all. Enjoy!
I waited so long for that day. Everyday I stared out my living room window looking down at my mailbox that stood adjacent from my driveway on the other side of the road. Sundays and three day weekends were the enemy. I waited and waited. Nose pressed up against the glass and my breath fogging up the area around my mouth from deep breaths that calmed my anxious body. Everyday at 2:26 in the afternoon I waited to see the mail truck to stop at my mailbox for thirty seconds to deliver that day’s letters, bills, and college acceptance letters.
Oxford. One of the top schools in the world. My dream school. The only place I wanted to attend. The only application I sent out. I worked so hard to even get a pamphlet. So many sleepless nights. So many tears. So many hours I spent locked away in my room studying for every exam, test, and assignment. So much expectation I thrust upon myself because of a childhood dream. I need to get into Oxford, I have to. I need to prove that my hard work was worth it. To prove the naysayers that I can do it. To prove to myself that dreams come true. But then I met Jack.
Jack Avery. The man, the myth, the legend. The boy that held mine heart in his hand. He taught me that dreams do come true. That the only reason to chase my dreams was for me, not anyone else. Jack also taught me that I didn’t need to me so hard on myself. Overworking has greater consequences than not working enough. And that’s what I did. I loosened my grip on Oxford, but just enough to keep me sane. I spent more time with friends, went to school events, and even got a job, but most of my free time went to Jack. Going to the skate park, a movie and dinner, lunch dates at the café where we met, and every Friday night dinner with my family.
It was a Tuesday the day I got my letter from Oxford informing me that I had been accepted along with a scholarship that relieved some financial stress. Anticipation ran through my veins, anxiety rushed to me head, fingers and toes went numb. What if I don’t get in? What if I didn’t get the scholarship? What will Jack say if I do get in? What will happen to all my hard work if I didn’t make it? Negative thoughts bombarded my mind. They tear through, knocking down every ounce of confidence that I developed in my ability to succeed. I look over at the clock to my left.
It’s late. Panic consumed me. Where is the mail truck? What happened? Is there traffic? Was there a crash? Did the mail lady get in an accident? Did she get hurt? Did she die? Oh, my God. This can’t be happening. I need to know if I got in!
2:30. In my state of panic, I moved from the living room window to the end of my driveway. I look down the street to see nothing, just an empty road. More panic devours me, so much so that I failed to realize that dark clouds started to settle in the blue sky and a heavy breeze began to make its way through the trees. Anxiety continues it’s destruction making me pace the width of the driveway. Back and forth I go. Back and forth, moving faster and faster the more I move. Over and over again. Forth and back. Back and forth.
2:31. I glanced down at the road again. Several cars are lined up, two of which are giant pick up trucks that were loaded up with furniture obstructing my view of what could be behind them. They move slowly up the street, taking their sweet time because the loads they carried were fragile and the risk of damage was high. The vehicles move fifty more feet up the drive and the view clears. Right after the two pick up trucks was a red SUV that had layers of mud caked to the exterior, then I see it. The white and blue of the mail truck. Not knowing I was holding my breathe I exhale with relief.
At 2:32 the mail truck shifted gears and moved from my mail box to the next. Excitement then nervousness is the only way I can descried how I’m felt. Back and forth. Forgetting to look both ways I crossed the street causing another van to slam on its breaks, but I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was the letter. I grab the stack from the metal box and file through them, only looking for one word on the return address. Oxford.
Bill. Bill. Invitation. Bill. Junk. Bill. Junk. Oxford. Oxford? I double check. Oxford!
I screamed almost dropping everything else. Again, forgetting to look before I crossed the street, I run back into the house. Slamming every door and stomping up stairs until I reach the kitchen where my mom stands making herself a sandwich. I throw down everything except for the only letter that mattered. Mom looks up from her food and noticed me staring at the white envelope I held in my hands.
“Is that it,” she asks softly. For a moment I had forgotten that she stood there waiting for me to open the letter. She too knew about my dreams of Oxford and the struggles I faced to reach my goals. “For God’s sake, open the letter.”
I have waited for this moment my whole life, it’s my destiny go to Oxford. “Dear Y/N L/N, the admin of Oxford University would like to inform you that you been accepted…” Excitement, joy, pride, fulfillment over takes over my being. No words could ever describe how I felt in that moment. The next few minutes after reading the letter, I can’t remember what really happened. There might have be joyful screams jumping around, or hugging. All I know is that the moment was pure bliss. But that happy moment didn’t last long.
Reality came back to me when my mom mentioned Jack. She was listing off all the people we had to tell immediately. My dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Lisa, Jack. Jack. What will Jack think? I know he said that nothing would change between us if I did get in, but was he saying that because there was a high chance of not getting accepted? Did he truly believe that I could make it?
As the days go by, I became wary of my acceptance. What am I supposed to do? I really like Jack and I don’t want anything to happen to our relationship, but letting a man influence my chance of success is everything I am against. It left like everyone knew except for him. I told my parents that I had to tell him myself, it’s my job to do so, he is my boyfriend.
Weeks pass by and I still haven’t told him. It was strange. I became slightly distant. We still spent all our time together, but I felt like I was holding back because I had such a weight on my shoulders. Jack knows me better than anyone else in this world and he could feel that something was bothering me.
“Y/N/N, tell me what’s wrong.” He would ask while we sat at our spot in the café, holding my hand and drawing patterns with his thumb. “Is it about Oxford?” He’d look me in the eyes with his chocolate ones. His eyes worried eyes went so well with the way his freckles fell across his cheeks and the way his curly hair fell over his forehead, just barely covering one of them. It killed me to lie to his face.
“Yeah, the letter still hasn’t come in.” I couldn’t look into his eyes. The guilty was to unbearable for me to look him in the face and lie. Looking down at our hands I said, “It’s just- what if I didn’t get in, Jack. I worked so hard for this opportunity and what if I blew it.” Moving my gaze for our hands, I looked up to his smiling face. Not just any smile. It was the smile that he gave when he knows I’m over thinking. More of a cross of a smile and a smirk.
“I know you’ll get in, babe. Trust me on this one, I know.” Jack said, looking down at your hands, turning mine over and kissing the back.
One week before I was set to leave was when I decided to tell Jack. It’s unbelievable how long I could keep it form him, even with Friday dinners with my parents, it never seem to come up. Suddenly, he became distant as well. He won’t reply as quickly when I sent a message, declined calls, not hanging out as much, he would rarely hold my hand anymore. I didn’t know what was up with him until I decided to coax him out of it.
*On Friday night, the day I was supposed to tell Jack, we sat on my living room couch watching a movie because my parents had a fancy dinner party to attend. Usually, we always had to be touching when it came to our time alone, but we sitting apart this time. We were next to each other, but not even our knees where touching. I was feeling hopeful today. I moved my body of the slightest so both our thighs were touching when I move my legs under me. Instantly, he scooted farther down the couch, correcting my mistake. Several minutes, I tried my luck again, but I moved my hand to find his. When it did, he ripped his away form mine, leaving it cold and alone. Saddened, I turn to him looking for answers.
“Jackie.” I plead, moving closed to him again.
“Don’t call me that,” he coldly states pushing himself even farther down the couch and crossing his arms over his chest. Obviously he’s up set about something and I had to find out.
“What’s wrong?” I plead again, desperate to fix what’s wrong.
Enraged, he flies from his seat, now standing in front of the television forgetting about the movie. “ ‘What’s wrong’? Really, ‘what’s wrong’ is all you have to say, Y/N? I can’t believe you!” Jack yelled at me form across the room. I instantly know what he was angry about.
“I can explain.” I say as I get up heading towards Jack wanting to console him in any way.
“You can explain,” he steps back, “how can you explain keeping acceptance into Oxford away from me, Y/N?” He started to raise his voice the longer he spoke “For months on end keeping it form me and then lying to me about it too. I should have figured it out sooner. You break everything that we stood for. Honest and communication out the window just like that.” He snapped his fingers, demonstrating how quickly I ruined everything.
Tears burned as the fell from my eyes and sobs not failing to interrupt my speech. “I’m so sorry, Jack. I can-,” he cuts me off.
“No, you don’t get to say anything. This was a big deal, Y/N. You lied to me.” He was right. I can’t look at him, but I have to. I knew what’s going to happen next, but I had to look at him just once more. When I do, I see those chocolate brown eyes again, but in a way that I never see before. Heartbreak. Anger. Sadness. Disappointment.
With another sob, I plead out to him one more time to him, to let me explain. “Jack, I-I can… just let me explain!” I reach out to him for the last time in hopes I can change his mind. He pulls back.
“We’re over. Don’t talk to me. I never want to see you again.” Jack spats towards me, turning away, heading out the door and slamming it shut.
With the bang of the door, I fall to the ground, heartbroken with my actions. I lied to the man I love. What? Is this what love feels like? How can it hurt so much? If you truly love something, you must let it go. I hear the door open again and footsteps rush over to me in a hug. My mom. She engulfed my in her arms asking me repeatedly what happened.
Only God knows how long we sat there, me in her arms, crying, sobbing, screaming until I just stopped. It felt like I just couldn’t handle anymore pain for the day that I just turned all emotions off. I release my grip on my mom and move back to see her and my dad huddled around me with worried looks in their eyes.
“ Y/N, honey, what happened. Is it something between you and Jack?” My mother asked rubbing my arms.
I take a minute to wipe the tears, knowing its no use because I could feel the path of those tears stain my cheeks.
8:49 “It’s nothing anymore. The only important thing is that it doesn’t matter.”
A/N: Um… that happened. Please let me know what you think. What do you think is going to happen in part two? Let me know. Also, I don’t know when part two will be posted. I have a few other things I want to write, but I’ll let ya know a few days before it goes up. So, thank you for reading and I love you all.