Songs for this chapter
If you don't know ~ 5 seconds of summer
Not a bad thing ~ Justin Timberlake
****Jack Johnson P.O.V****
I hang my head low and watch through my eyelashes, seeing jack happy makes me happy. I sigh and head into class, jack following behind but not noticing me. Sliding into my desk I look at the bored to see what the topic of today is.
Boring
Medieval times? Really?
This is like 6th grade shit.
I throw my head back in boredom and roll my eyes. Once I bring my head up I am meet with contact of jacks eyes. I quickly pull my gaze away, and look anywhere but his eyes. Those damn eyes.
It appears as if the cliché has happened. As though it appears in every fiction story, some sort of cliché is bound to happen. Besides, isn't that the true definition of fiction?
And as his eyes found mine, I felt butterflies everywhere.
Blah blah blah
I could care less about the whole, made my heart flutter, I got butterflies in my stomach, or he made me blush, because they are all simply figures of speech. Your heart doesn't 'flutter'. You don't automatically have butterflies in your stomach, and blushing can suck my ass.
There is nothing more shittier than all this fiction that is never going to happen. Get over it.
Jack smiles at me and I hang my head low again. I look through my eyelashes and see that his head has dropped as well.
I'm not going to forgive him so easily, yet it's not that big deal, the guy texted me and I didn't know who he was at the time. I somehow fell in love with someone over texting them. Now, that's my own fault, that's why I'm mad at myself. What kind of a person falls in love with someone over texting?
Me I guess
"Are you still mad?" A voice snaps me from my thoughts. I turn my head to the speaker and it is none other than jack gilinsky. I scoff and roll my eyes.
"Yes" I say bluntly
"Why" He exaggerates
"Just.. Please stop" i beg, my voice becoming small all of a sudden, as I copy the notes on the board.
He sighs sadly and walks back to his seat.
The day rolls by ever so slowly but then the bell finally rings, signalling the end of the school. I rush out of school and take the path I ironically take everyday. When I arrive at home I throw my backpack on the ground rather roughly and close my eyes, trying to get my mind off the conversation I had with jack. Hours pass and my mind continues to drift back to the conversation. It was nothing really, but the look on his face, something about his face hurt me, his emotion.
I shake my head and swing the front door open and step outside, its not like my parents will notice anyway, they're always on vacation with my sister and her son.
why don't we just forget about jack? Their thoughts exactly
I make my way down the dark road at 9 o'clock in the night with my head down and music flowing through my ears.
5 seconds of summer
call me gay but isn't that what I am?
I want you to want me this way
