When Tess laid eyes on Jack again, her heart fell into her stomach. Jack was one of her best, oldest friends. He had been through a lot, and they had been through a lot together. Some days, she regretted throwing that away and as distraught as he was now, Tess felt it tenfold. She knew how he felt about her. She knew all of the things he would do for her, how he would've stood up for her and protected her and loved her. Now she went and ruined it, just for a petty thrill. But judging by the way that he was looking at her, making her feel small and nose deep in guilt, he would not be getting over it soon. She never knew he'd catch on so fast, and in honesty, she hadn't planned this far ahead. What did she think she would do after she kissed him? Lead him on further, or settle? She hated herself, and by the looks of it, he hated her too.
"Jack," She breathed, turning towards the sound of his voice and stepping closer. She wanted nothing to do with laughing at him, and frankly she was afraid he would laugh at her. He could laugh at how pathetic and stupid she was, and she would certainly let him. He had a right. He should laugh at her. But his next works acted like a blow right to her stomach, and she caught her breath in her throat, realizing that Egan had told Jack exactly what she had said. She thought that he would've kept it a secret, and now the jig was up. Jack knew exactly what was going on, and she shouldn't have struck him to be just as oblivious as her other best friend. She was nervous that she might start crying.
She decided that she wasn't going to answer his question. She was just going to ignore it. To tell Jack anything that was going on in her mind about attractiveness would only confuse him more, she was sure, because Tess wasn't even sure how she felt. Sighing, she choked in her throat, and looked down at him, her eyes connecting with his. The look on his face cut her to the core. "If I could just explain to you what's going on in my head right now, I would." She said, her voice low. She took another step towards the tree and stopped, knowing that if he had ever wanted her to be close to him, that time was long gone. "I can't even make sense of it." She admitted, shaking her head. Her next words came as a croak, a low whispering sound that was choked and hardly audible. "I'm sorry for hurting you," She said, frowning deeply. "I'm sorry for always hurting you."