Javadi But She’s Suspicious of Mohabbot Pt 3
(Some of yall asked for more. So here is more lmaoo, also it’s about time for a Jack POV)
(This chapter is shorter than the others I think or maybe it’s not. idk. I just like to write for fun yall. Again, be easy on this writer, i’m just having a good time. Also Samira and Vic will be back!)
Jack bit his thumb as he leaned back in the driver seat. It was almost seven, time to clock in for the day, and yet here he was. Sitting in his parked truck just looking at his phone, looking at a text from Samira Mohan.
u left ur jacket here btw.
That’s all she texted, only thing she had to text, and it alone was driving Jack crazy.
He let out a sigh as he rubbed his face, feeling his head saying something that he knew his heart was going to ignore. Jack looked at the time again, he really should be starting his shift.
And you shouldn’t text her. His thoughts whispered to him. But somehow, other thoughts crept in. All of them leading back to that night, the teasing, the pulling, the way she looked up at him.
“Fuck, it.” Jack let out. Allowing his fingers to text before he could even think, before the alarms started blaring, and before he could think of all the promises they made that night. Once it was sent, Jack immediately shut off his phone, got out of his truck and headed for the welcoming doors of the PTMC. Thankfully, he knew for a fact she wasn’t working today.
Last week, Jack Abbot was invited to go out for drinks with friends who he couldn’t decide whether they were good or bad influences. After years of group therapy, support groups for veterans and widowers, Jack managed to form some sort of friendship with a couple of guys that were pretty much in the same boat as he was.
It was different from hanging out with Robby who felt more like a brother, or drinks with the night crew. There was less tension between the men on things Jack knew wasn’t as simple to talk about. It was easy to share humor with Matt who walked with a cane after his second tour in Afghanistan. Or to confide with Phil, who was scared to introduce his sons to his new girlfriend, especially since the loss of his wife eight years ago.
It wasn’t as if Jack liked these friends more than his family at PTMC, these guys couldn’t relate to burn outs from a long shift, or the burden of losing a patient. But they knew what the sleepless nights were like, the crying in the dark, the moments of not knowing if tomorrow would come. And that was enough. And Jack enjoyed his time with them, even if they did suck at golf.
The bar that Matt had chosen was one he couldn’t seem to shut up about. Lion Heart, was a relatively new place in the area, one Jack had never been to before. The place was beyond nice. Jack had to admit it once he arrived, it had more of a subdued atmosphere, than what they were used to.
Lights low, more places to sit than stand, jazz music echoing through the walls. Everything about the place screamed expensive but the vibe was serene.
They had spotted him instantly, all of them sitting on a red leather couch that encircled a table, already littered with a couple of beers.
“There he is!” Matt pointed out. “Jack-Jack!”
The other guys all looked up, greeting him with their drinks, and before Jack could even sit down a bottle was slid into his hand.
“All of you started without me.” Jack observed.
“Sorry if you’re late to the party.” Matt arched his eyebrow. “But we don’t wait for nobody, not even our fancy pants doctor.”
Jack chuckled as he took a sip of his beer. It tasted horrible, which meant Anthony had ordered it, the guy wasn’t too big on taste, just focused on results.
“Isn’t this place cool?”Phil looked to Jack.
“Hell, yeah.” Jack agreed. “I’m trying to figure out which date had the unfortunate experience with Matt here.”
Matt faked offense. “It wasn’t me who got introduced to this place by a date. It was Anthony.”
“And it wasn’t an unfortunate experience.” Anthony protested. “She hasn’t texted me back. But I think it was a good date.”
Jack smiled, taking another sip of the awful beer, his face wincing. “You know you guys only have an hour out of me, right?”
“You act like you’re busy.” Anthony scoffed.
“I am busy.” Jack tilts his head.
“Phil’s a lawyer!” Anthony brought up. “With twins!”
Jack, doesn’t leave in an hour. The hour had long passed once the guys get into a heated conversation over the new rookie drafted to the Penguins. By the time, Jack is about to go to the bar for the next round of drinks (on him), he’s already feeling it. The buzz rushing to his head, the laughs that come more easily, and heat of the place as more people begin to pack in.
He had probably turned his head for a second, and maybe that’s all it took for him to see Samira Mohan a couple of feet away.
How he didn’t notice her before, was a question he might be asking for the rest of his life. She’s with people he had never seen before, probably an outside of work friend group, just as he was. The only clear difference between the two of them, was that she looked like she just came out of a photoshoot compared to the simple thing he had thrown together.
He had to swallow to steady himself at the sight of her. The soft curls, the black short dress, and the thigh high boots as she crossed one leg over the other, it was like she was trying to kill him. She had done her makeup simply, which made Jack notice how he never seen her in makeup before. Never seen her like this before.
He wants to blame the drinks, the atmosphere, the fact that she looks incredible. However a breath escapes his mouth as he realizes he has to be honest with himself.
He had been flirting with Dr. Mohan for a while now. It wasn’t often, only when he had the pleasure of seeing her on night shifts, and he told himself it wasn’t serious. At first it came off naturally, Jack seemed to flirt with everyone, or that’s what Dana had said a long time ago. And she didn’t seem to mind it, in fact she was flirting back, and that’s where the problem started.
It was quick glances when a patient said something ridiculous, laughing at each other’s jokes in the hallways, the stupid faces he would draw on her coffee cups when Shen let him take over dunkin runs. It wasn’t serious. It couldn’t be. Samira was far too intelligent, still very much a resident, and for her to even consider Jack like that, it just didn’t make sense. She was just having fun, like he was. She had to be, right?
And Jack didn’t do this. Not anymore. Sure, there were hookups that he had his time with; but those were quick and fleeting, and highly effective with his schedule. He didn’t need to be digging himself an even deeper hole with Samira. Even if he found himself, looking forward to her opinions on articles he sent, waiting for the moment he could tell her some interesting gossip Walsh had told him about. Even now, when he couldn’t pull his eyes off of her, he knew he was just falling down something he wouldn’t want to come back from. Because what if he actually had a crush on her, what did that mean?
Anyone would have a crush on her. His mind seemed to echo. She’s the smartest doctor you have met in years, there is not a single patient you can think of that didn’t like her. She was—
“How long you gonna stare bud?”
“Mhm?” Jack turned his head back around. He found Phil’s gaze, the man had a small smirk on his face. Phil took a sip of his third drink as he waited for Jack’s answer.
“No. No.” Jack laughed to himself, but he could feel the heat reaching his face. “It—It’s not like that, at all. She is—“
“Way too young for you.” Matt cut in, who was supposed to be in a conversation with Anthony. Suddenly, all three pair of eyes were now on their fancy pants doctor, and Jack was aware of how red he was turning.
“No.” Jack snapped back at Matt, surprised on how quickly he got defensive. “I know her, from work.”
Phil’s smirk stayed plastered on his face as he asked, “Why haven’t you mentioned her before?”
“I—“ Jack found his words not forming. He turned his head back to her direction, and he could feel his stomach drop.
It was her friend who spotted him looking, she appeared to be leaning toward Samira, whispering something in her ear as she pointed an extremely obvious finger toward Jack and his friends.
When Samira’s eyes met his. He instinctively held his breath. He saw her face relax, recognition in her eyes, a smile creeping up as a dimple became clear on her cheek. She waved at him.
Jack felt himself breathe, as he lifted his drink, a small hello back at her. When he turned to his friends, they looked star struck.
“See.” Jack grinned, taking another sip of beer, cause God knew he needed it. “Told you I knew her.”
“You need to move now.” Matt said, his face stone cold. Which was concerning, since Matt was never serious.
Phil looked like he was about to lose it. “By her a drink!”
Jack turned back, they were still watching him. Samira and her friend, who was clearly engaged in this whole scene, were giggling.
“I don’t know.” Jack started. “It wouldn’t be necessarily appropriate and you said yourself she’s way too young and ther-“
He saw Samira get up, her eyes found his, her head did a cute gesture to the bar.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Jack got up so fast that he almost knocked the table over. “I’ll be back.”
“No, you won’t.” Matt murmured, as he watched his friend beeline toward the bar.
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