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Jack Gilinskynsky

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You couldn't really remember much. You were at this party with your boyfriend, Jack G. Your friends warned you not to go to the party, however you did. Your boyfriend didn't actually mind. You took a few shots, and danced your night away. You wouldn't call this party, your average banger. It was just a typical high school party. You played beer pong with Jack and some of your friends. Luckily, you were very good at this game. You kept drinking for the other people until the game was over.

You walked over to the couches with Jack, noticing bags and bags of weed. "Want some?" He asks not trying to peer pressure you. You and Jack talked about smoking a couple of times, but would never think you would actually try it. "Sure." You say as you take a bowl from the table. He smiles as he helps you out. You never actually knew you would be high and drunk at a party like this. "Smile!" Someone says as they snap a picture of you two inhaling smoke with each other.

You wouldn't remember things here and there, but you were with Jack. "Y/N, are you okay?" He asks holding your waist looking into your eyes. You had the urge to make out with him, but controlled yourself. Instead you gave him a small peck. "I'm fine." You say to him. "Wanna dance?" He asks smiling to you holding your hand. "Of course" you grin as you two jump into the dance floor. Everyone was drunk by now. You saw basically everyone grinding and making out to the music. Jack held you close, with his hands wrapped around your waist. You two would kiss occasionally as you're grinded up against him. Jack noticed how wasted you were getting, so he held you extra tight so you wouldn't fall. You felt sick, and light-headed. You tried getting out of his hold. He whispered into your ear. "Stay." He said.

You shook your head continuing to struggle. "Y/N, what are you doing?" He finally lets go as you hit the floor. You felt silly for a minute but then felt angry. "Jack, I'm not a little kid." You say somewhat yelling at him. He rolls his eyes and rubs his neck from behind. "C'mon." He says again holding out his hand. You simply slap it away watching his reaction. "Screw you, Y/N, this is why I hate coming to parties with you." He says roughly. You feel your eyes water as he says that. His eyebrows become lowered, you knew he didn't mean it. "Well, maybe you shouldn't anymore." You turn back to Jack who didn't want to acknowledge you anymore. You felt guilt inside you, but you didn't care. You didn't even know what you were doing at this point.

"Want another shot?" A girl asks you. You hesitated for a moment, knowing that it wouldn't be good for either you or Jack. Instead, you just decided to let loose and have another sip. Everyone started cheering as you held tightly to the table so you wouldn't fall again. "Here you are, y/n." She says handing you the shot glass. You hold your head back and release all of the liquid into your body. It was a strong taste, with made you hold your eyes tightly until all of the liquor flow into your body. "You okay?" A boy asked you. You didn't look back, thinking it was Jack. "I'm fine." You said still facing over to the crowd. "C'mon don't be like that." His voice sounded throughout your ears. "I'm sorry, Jack." You said to him looking at his chest. He leaned over to you and murmured something you didn't quite understand. "It's okay." He finally said. You felt a light smile come across your face as you wrap your hands around his neck. You knew it felt different, but didn't want to ruin the moment. You kissed him hard not remembering anything until you felt your shorts ringing; it was your phone. You take it out, seeing 10 messages from your close friends. They were all messages, like 'Come home now', 'Are you okay', 'y/n, answer me'. You then notice a text from Jack. It said 'Where the fuck are you.'

You become confused, as you think Jack was with you this whole time.

You looked up at the boy, who was NOT Jack at all. You immediately slap him across the face in response. He covers his cheek as he looks straight at you. "What the fuck." He says angrily. "Who are you!" you yell out across the loud music.