Jack Gilinsky Rebel 2 // A Magcon Fanfic

Chapter 18

Sam's POV

I went back in and sat down, trying not to let that get in my way. Whatever happens, it's between Jack and Sammy. I take my seat next to Aaron, and Jack's empty chair on my other side.

Aaron slides me a plate full of different meats and breads, "try some," he says and I smile and try what I'm guessing is the appetizer. About a minute later the door opens and in comes Jack, followed by Sammy who has a giant red mark on his cheek.

I sigh and keep eating the delicious food as Jack sits next to me, breathing heavily through his nose. I tilt my head to the side, "whatever you two are up to, it better not involve me," I say and face forward, looking at Matt goofing around with his drink.

Jack sighs, and I watch him get up, lock the main door- which I didn't even know had a lock- then sit back down. He could be a scary person, scary boyfriend if I didn't know him. He sits down and I look at his brown eyes, a certain fire in them. His jaw flexes and he stands up.

The room falls silent, all eyes on my boyfriend. I can tell Jack doesn't want to say whatever he is going to. My eyes fall to Sammy, he's trying to get Jack's attention. I've never really admired Sammy's looks, but when he had a bruise on his cheek, he does look very admirable.

It's eating at me to know what the hell is going on. Jack swallows, he has everyone's attention now, "Samuel and I... We bought some coke. Who wants some?" Immediate cheers. My face goes blank, but no one notices. They're too caught up in Jack pulling out a small brown bag.

That's it? Coke. Why did him and Sammy fight. Why did that man stop me? Them two must owe that guy something, but I highly doubt he was their dealer. Most times the dealers never show their faces to the public. Shit this could end up bad if Sammy and Jack don't get him what he needs.

Now it makes sense. He knows who I am, meaning he can use myself against Jack and Sammy if they don't get him the money. They better get the money.

"Come on Sam, don't be such a downer," I hear Johnson say, coming up from behind me. I automatically put a smile on, "I'm not," I reply quick. He chuckles, "turn into badass Sam Burns real quick and shoot up a line," he says. I agree, even though I'm worried someone will unlock the door, and catch us.

I snort the white stuff and automatically feel the drugs taking place. We eat our food quick, then head to the club. Taylor had to be extra careful so he could manage to drive us to the actual club.

On our way, I'm practically laying on Jack. He looks at me and smiles, "I love you Sam," he says in a voice I call the high swing voice, it's a voice you get when your high on drugs. I chuckle back as he gives me a sloppy kiss on my forehead, "love you yack," I say not really knowing why I said 'yack' instead of 'Jack' but no one seems to notice.

We pull into a club, it's dark out. I notice the palm trees lining the street and the sweet Miami air. I take off my jacket so I'm left in my dress. I remember I brought some clothes! "Jack I brought other clothes aren't I smart," I say and grab my small bag.

He chuckles, "we all did babe," he says. I laugh, "oh whoops," I say. We walk into the entrance area, luckily there's a bathroom right there so people from the club don't see me before I change.

"Meet me back here," Jack says pointing to his feet. I nod and walk into the bathroom, find a big stall, and change.

I now wear a halfway see through tank top and jean shorts rolled at the bottom. I slide on some black vans, fix my hair and makeup and walk to the spot Jack pointed to. Except they aren't there. I bite my lip and start feeling dizzy so I just sit on a chair right by the spot, making sure not to miss when they come out.