Jack Gilinsky Rebel 2 // A Magcon Fanfic

Chapter 17

It takes the boys an hour to explain every little detail and calm me down. Shit. I almost lost the most important thing in my life today. The worst part is, I wasn't there to save her.

"We're going out tonight," says Taylor as we all sit around watching tv. Sam is still sleeping, and it's about 7pm. "Were gonna get some food first though," he adds.

I lay my head on my hand as I watch tv, still furious. I don't even concentrate on the show, just on me and Sam. "When are we leaving?" I hear and all heads turn to her beautiful voice. I smile and stand up to meet her, "around 8," I say. The time was already 7:30 ish.

She smiles and walks to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle. I sit at the table, she sits across from me. "Jack I'm so sorry about earlier," she says.

My eyebrows furrow, "about you almost.. dying?" I don't even like to talk about it. She looks down, "yeah," she says. I place my fingers under her chin, and lift her head up. "I'm the one who should be sorry, baby," I say gently.

She gives me a side smile, "come upstairs?" She asks, standing up. I follow her into our room, then close the door.

I watch her walk to the balcony, back facing me. She turns her head to the side, "did you and Wilkinson really just get food?" She asks subtly.

I sigh and walk to her, place my hands on her hips. "If I told you, you would hate me," I say into her ear, laying a light kiss on her cheek. I walk back to one of the dressers, "boys say to dress up, we're going somewhere fancy," I say and pull out a black suit.

She stands there for a minute, looking to the water as I get dressed. "We'll be late if you don't hurry," I say rushing a bit. She walks to the closet, and pulls out a small red dress.

I smile as I pull on my pants, "pretty," I say. She chuckles, "the only decent thing I brought," she says and starts undressing.

I walk to her, and gently slide down one of my t shirts she's wearing. I kneel down and feel her hips before undoing her shorts. She breathed in and pulls her head back and I guide my hand along her stomach. I've got her in her bra and panties, I decide to have a little fun.

I push her on the bed, and slowly move on top of her. My hand moves to her area and I start kissing her viciously. She moans, "don't wanna be late," she says and pushes on my chest. I sigh in disappointment, but she's right.

I'm pretty sure she taunts me by shaking her butt a few times before slipping on the unusually short dress. "Where's the rest of that thing?" I ask as I examine it.

One sleeve, the other absent, goes to about 8 inches above her knee, and is aggressively tight.

She chuckles and slides on some black heels, "it's all here," she says and walks to the mirror, I see touching up her makeup.

I button my jacket and walk to her, placing my hands on her hips once again. She leans her head back on my shoulder, holding mascara in her hands and smiles.

"Jack, wait a minute," she says and I release, but still right behind her. She closes the cap and turns to me, placing one hand on the back of my neck, one grabbing my grey tie.

I lean in to kiss her and she smiles as I place my hand under her jawline. Something about this girl makes me wild and crazy and shit. But I can't forget about the deal I did, even though we just did it today, I need to talk to Sammy about the money arrangement.

I kiss her aggressively until there's a knock on our door, "come on you two, we're leaving," it's Matt. Sam pulls away and I sigh as she pulls me by my tie. What a little shithead Espinosa.